K Suave - Sherman Oaks (feat. D. Savage, Buddah Bands) lyrics
[K Suave - Sherman Oaks feat. D. Savage, Buddah Bands lyrics]
(Ikoe)
Yeah, uh, uh, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Your bitch geeked to meet me, she like
"Oh my God"
I got tattoos on my face and on my arm
Yeah, woah, damn
Buddah mixed the Tris' with the Wockhardt
I gotta get right
Almost killed my bitch twice
My niggas strapped up
We ain't havin' no fist fight
Yeah, love to ride up on this dick
Now she can't sit right
Put it in my hand, put it in my hand
Like I'm Buddah Bands, we like fucking twins
We got hoes, we got hoes, tryna' come on in
On the road
Flipping 'bows like I'm in the gym
Glock, check, racks, stack
Opps, out, double, back
Even when I nod off, I don't ever lack
Pull up with that sawed off
Ricky in his back
Yeah, uh, uh, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Your bitch geeked to meet me she like
"Oh my God"
I got tattoos on my face and on my arm
Yeah, woah, damn
Buddah mixed the Tris with the Wockhardt
I gotta get right
Almost killed my bitch twice
My niggas strapped up
We ain't havin' no fist fight
Yeah, love to ride up on this dick
Now she can't sit right
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah yeah yeah, yeah, yeah
She like, "Fuck me off them percs
Boy you going hard"
I just nodded off a rocky, ended up on Mars
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
She say she love Roxi'
She don't touch no bars
All this ice on me, I look like I'm a star
Playing ball with the opps, tryna' score
Yeah, uh, uh, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Your bitch geeked to meet me she like
"Oh my God"
I got tattoos on my face and on my arm
Yeah, woah, damn
Buddah mixed the Tris with the Wockhardt
I gotta get right
Almost killed my bitch twice
My niggas strapped up
We ain't havin' no fist fight
Yeah, love to ride up on this dick
Now she can't sit right
Yeah, uh, uh, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Your bitch geeked to meet me, she like
"Oh my God"
I got tattoos on my face and on my arm
Yeah, woah, damn
Buddah mixed the Tris' with the Wockhardt
I gotta get right
Almost killed my bitch twice
My niggas strapped up
We ain't havin' no fist fight
Yeah, love to ride up on this dick
Now she can't sit right
Put it in my hand, put it in my hand
Like I'm Buddah Bands, we like fucking twins
We got hoes, we got hoes, tryna' come on in
On the road
Flipping 'bows like I'm in the gym
Glock, check, racks, stack
Opps, out, double, back
Even when I nod off, I don't ever lack
Pull up with that sawed off
Ricky in his back
Yeah, uh, uh, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Your bitch geeked to meet me she like
"Oh my God"
I got tattoos on my face and on my arm
Yeah, woah, damn
Buddah mixed the Tris with the Wockhardt
I gotta get right
Almost killed my bitch twice
My niggas strapped up
We ain't havin' no fist fight
Yeah, love to ride up on this dick
Now she can't sit right
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah yeah yeah, yeah, yeah
She like, "Fuck me off them percs
Boy you going hard"
I just nodded off a rocky, ended up on Mars
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
She say she love Roxi'
She don't touch no bars
All this ice on me, I look like I'm a star
Playing ball with the opps, tryna' score
Yeah, uh, uh, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Your bitch geeked to meet me she like
"Oh my God"
I got tattoos on my face and on my arm
Yeah, woah, damn
Buddah mixed the Tris with the Wockhardt
I gotta get right
Almost killed my bitch twice
My niggas strapped up
We ain't havin' no fist fight
Yeah, love to ride up on this dick
Now she can't sit right