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Deala — Nutty Buddy
Artist: → Deala
Deala — Nutty Buddy — lyrics
{Intro: Deala}
Whassup, Deala talks ’bout his nutty buddy pointin’ out his life, his daily routine n what he is doin’ fo’ the livin’
I got Henry Gold in the house who is somekinda dat nutty buddy
And listen what he will be talkin’ ’bout after my verse
{1 verse: Deala}
Make a slap n go away with a strap
Got the kind of clothes like the muthafuckin’ swag
Ain’t got any girl, ‘cuz in some time she glows down
Better get some bitches n save more pounds
Get ’em at the bar n then put ’em in his car
He duzn’t give a damn ’bout the muthafuckin law
Started rappin n wannabe like Dub-C
Without somethin’ dat man can bomb scene
And then hop in the car with chrome rims
Anytime n anywhere he is paid attention by the nightmare
Haha, what duz dat shit stand fo’?
Be on the fuss n be in the trunk of the black car
At the damn school studied not so good
Get assembled with the homies to make a noize in the hood
Like to fight n spend with the bitches in his room all night
He is like dat muthafuckin’ pimp
Plus some activity with a black tint
Don’t think ’bout gettin’ bubbled under
Got hit 2 times with a fuckin’ thunder
Now it’s gonna be his turn to talk
Will talk ’bout himself, listen carefully, folk
{Hook}
Nutty buddy ain’t go to the school to study
Now kick the asses of the people who are shoddy
Who wanna deal with dat real muthafucka?
He can smoke out n turn ya into tha fuckin’ dick sucker
{2 verse: Henry Gold}
Am a nutty buddy
Am a nutty buddy
Baby come make I touch your body
Make you keep am ready
I go lick u like a candy, make you no go tell Grundy
I got her ass in my pot, damn
She looks so hot, man
I never stop, man I never flop, man
My music no fit drop
She told me she wanna spend a night in my room
She wanna play with my broom
I never wanna fall in love, she’s an old layer
I hate that girl she’s an old layer
I know am a player
When we do it she wanna scream hallelujah
I know I ate her back in Kenya, huh
I don’t give a damn, I need her on my bed
I wanna eat her bread
«Henry Gold» I fuck her hard, now she’s dead
Who dem be Henry Gold man
Am a steward
I take it real, look at this, I smoke back ward
This is my world «Henry Gold» I don’t give a damn, man
I love her breast, wanna impress
{Hook}
{3 verse: Deala}
Get outta the bed at the crack of dawn
Awake his ho to go to clean the damn lawn
Even mad about someone came to her
Get strapped n find a bush to get lurked
Started listenin’ what the fuck he is talkin’ ’bout
He immediately got out
And the ass of dat stupid busta is not stout
Not bein’ a shop lifter he goes to hit the shops
I can say ‘look at his hair’, he is wearin’ dreadlocks
There are some real men in the city he is afraid of
Created one phrase fo’ the bustas who are soft
‘Pull the balls outta mouth, ‘cuz it makes you cough’
Those assholes press him, ‘cuz included in administration
They offered him to be a part of affiliation
But this nutty buddy did reject
He justified his choice providin’ some facts
They said ‘the God forgives you but we will remember’
If you come to us fo’ the help, we will put ya in a chamber
He ain’t shown in dat fuckin’ part of town
He’d rather go to fuck bitches turnin’ up the damn sound
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