WOOD WIRE BUFFS Lyrics – Shoreline Mafia

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[Verse 1: OhGeesy]
Put an arch in your back, go and shake that s*it
I can tell the way you dance, you can take that d!ck
Baby daddy at home, naw, your man ain’t s*it
If she selling that pu*sy, I can manage that b!tch
Hand on the pu*sy, other hand on the blick
We’ll fu*k the whole club if I hit that switch
I don’t never wait in line, go straight to the VIP
Baby, put your phone down, we ain’t taking no pics
Ayy, yeah, no pictures
Roll a n!gga up in a Swisher
I want her and her sister
She a pick-me b!tch, I’ma pick her, ayy
Diamonds hit the light and it flicker, ayy
Blow money fast, but I’m quicker, ayy
B!tch shaking ass, I’ma tip her
I’m gone, outta space, Big Dipper, yeah
Then I’m right back
Diamonds on my wrist, that’s an ice pack
If I pull blick out, you can’t fight back
She got a rеal fat ass and I like that, ayy
448, that’s a light pack, ayy
Fu*king these hoеs, why you wife that? Ayy
Cuffing these hoes, why you like that? Ayy
Police n!gga, where your lights at?

[Chorus: OhGeesy]
Wood-wire Buffalo
Cartis on while I fu*k a ho
Wearing LV from head to toe
Baby, fu*k with me ’cause I’m professional
I said wood-wire Buffalo
Cartis on while I fu*k a ho
Wearing LV from head to toe
Baby, fu*k with me ’cause I’m professional, yeah

[Verse 2: Fenix Flexin]

Baby, fu*k with me, let me know something (Let me know something)
Ayy, ayy
If she looking for them bands, I’m the wrong one
I ain’t gon’ trick, b!tch, huh
Yeah, n!gga, big stick, it’ll make a n!gga kickflip
Hah, frrt, b!tch
Is it me? Is it you? Let me know, ayy (Let me know something)
Bad b!tch, she on the blade, she getting dough, listen (Let me hold something)
Yeah, that trap hella fat every time, baby girl, you know I need it (Know I need it)
Ain’t no square n!gga, I’m a player n!gga, baby
Put that money in my hands if it’s me that you believe in (You believe in me)
When you look up in that mirror, what you see? (What you see?)
Baby girl, is it you or is it me? (Me)
Need a b!tch who gon’ break a bag off, drop that trap off
Ain’t no freaky n!gga, but you know I need some feet (Real stomp-down)
Is it me you want?
I’ma keep this s*it for real, I ain’t gon’ lead you on (Uh-uh)
I ain’t them n!ggas that you used to, let’s be honest (Huh)
If you’re tryna get a bag, girl, let’s keep it platonic (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
She like, “Boy, that don’t make no sense”
Hmm, fu*k sense, baby girl, I’m tryna make us some dollars (That munyun)
And I know you tryna pay your rent
If you want some good game, hit me up, girl, I’m not gon’ even bother
Fenix Flexin, I’m a baller, trophy (Trophy)
Yeah, I broke her, I ain’t poke her, hit her with the okie-dokie (Ayy, ayy)
Yeah, you know I’m coming trim every day, lil’ homie (Lil’ homie)
This s*it regular to me, every day, I’m getting donkey (I’m getting donkey)

[Chorus: OhGeesy]
Wood-wire Buffalo
Cartis on while I fu*k a ho
Wearing LV from head to toe
Baby, fu*k with me ’cause I’m professional
I said wood-wire Buffalo
Cartis on while I fu*k a ho
Wearing LV from head to toe
Baby, fu*k with me ’cause I’m professional, yeah