Felly - Buena Vista lyrics
Christian Felner [Cfello]
[Felly - Buena Vista lyrics]
Coolin' with my youngin' and
He don't wanna keep
Me buffin' when I'm packing up my luggage
(yeah)
He said you don't need discussion, let them
Talk 'bout what they want man
I ain't worried 'bout nothin
I take my khaki pants and cuff em
East Coast mothafucka in the
Bass sore thumbin'
This a taste more comin' for y'all
Such a shame
Thrown' brains she don't know me at all
Get out my laneKeep that banana peel
In my rear view playin'
Like SantanaI'm to turnt up I
Can't hear you all y'all
Sound the same i'm sick of that
Fake ass and the weight
Trap, goin' basic on the InternetMonotonous
I ain't into that
I stay drop and hit so they feelin' it
Look what you missin', Its all Buena Vista
I do this for my sister
My brother, my misses, my lover
I got y'all we gon' live forever
Look what you missin', Its all Buena Vista
I do this for my sister
My brother, my misses, my lover
I got y'all we gon' live forever
Aye, Aye, Slip into my covers
Knowin' well I won't be sleepin'
I just wonder around
Ain't hard to tell this shit gon' sell
He be the talk of the town and most the
Time yo I'll be playin'
I'll be fuckin' around
Peep what I'm saying
I'll be burnt out for the weekend
Still go hard for the weekend
Don't lay low I'm sleeping in
The studio the whole season
He cold he North Eastern
Damn he Nor'easter
Damn i came through fly in May
I be like hi It's damn
From Manhattan down to Long Beach (swerve)
I hit my Barbie for the car keys
My mans gotta win the back, see the bar deep
I'm laughing at him
Countin' money under palms trees
Got to where I wanna be
Look what you missin', Its all Buena Vista
I do this for my sister
My brother, my misses, my lover
I got y'all we gon' live forever
Look what you missin
He don't wanna keep
Me buffin' when I'm packing up my luggage
(yeah)
He said you don't need discussion, let them
Talk 'bout what they want man
I ain't worried 'bout nothin
I take my khaki pants and cuff em
East Coast mothafucka in the
Bass sore thumbin'
This a taste more comin' for y'all
Such a shame
Thrown' brains she don't know me at all
Get out my laneKeep that banana peel
In my rear view playin'
Like SantanaI'm to turnt up I
Can't hear you all y'all
Sound the same i'm sick of that
Fake ass and the weight
Trap, goin' basic on the InternetMonotonous
I ain't into that
I stay drop and hit so they feelin' it
Look what you missin', Its all Buena Vista
I do this for my sister
My brother, my misses, my lover
I got y'all we gon' live forever
Look what you missin', Its all Buena Vista
I do this for my sister
My brother, my misses, my lover
I got y'all we gon' live forever
Aye, Aye, Slip into my covers
Knowin' well I won't be sleepin'
I just wonder around
Ain't hard to tell this shit gon' sell
He be the talk of the town and most the
Time yo I'll be playin'
I'll be fuckin' around
Peep what I'm saying
I'll be burnt out for the weekend
Still go hard for the weekend
Don't lay low I'm sleeping in
The studio the whole season
He cold he North Eastern
Damn he Nor'easter
Damn i came through fly in May
I be like hi It's damn
From Manhattan down to Long Beach (swerve)
I hit my Barbie for the car keys
My mans gotta win the back, see the bar deep
I'm laughing at him
Countin' money under palms trees
Got to where I wanna be
Look what you missin', Its all Buena Vista
I do this for my sister
My brother, my misses, my lover
I got y'all we gon' live forever
Look what you missin