BUDDHAKAN Lyrics

My dearest love, since you left me a wreck

The murder rate done rose

You got to cut me some slack

For bringing death to the door steps of every ex

For treasure they left over

The pleasure, the bloom and the wide ocean

Ruby red on my neck, left them on read

Cause we WWF up in your bed

Listening to Tems, the Blonds, Anees and the Shai's

With eyes wide

Comme des garçons, all glory to God

I've been stuck on offense

Barrages to battle these mirages and all these imposters

The syndrome is always in potential

But nothing beneficial for my mental

So, I drop them like four door garages

Celebrating twenty-nine out at Buddhakan

And you would think my newest thing gives eulogies

They way she drop dead gorgeous

This one is sponsored by the morgue for a fact

Your boy Quin is back!

With the narc flow

Sipping Moscato at Porto Salvo

Boisterous after oysters fill my grotto

Them Hailey babies like shady baby

It's going swimmingly no need for Marshals

I unload the cargo straight off the dock load

Your mockery's slim chance to bother me

Your arteries thick, my broccoli Timbs are all on your limbs

I got my foot on your necks

The black suede got me pulling your chick

The ambiguity is fooling your man's

Watch how it gets wet once I sweat the technique

Missionary while the diamonds hitting my chest

You catching epilepsy

And cigarette smoke, loyal, devote

From what I tote

It's hard to keep it composed once I show you the scope

The Bronx leviathan

Plague of psoriasis

This guy (uh!) I can't pretend that I'm not

The one to spin the block looking for drama to pop

Sweeny Todd with the deep cuts for anybody who wants

(Holla!)