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Pants Down Shoes On (feat. YUNGLILTRE) Video (MV)




Performed By: Kid Buddha
Language: English
Length: 3:19
Written by: Andres Ramos




Kid Buddha - Pants Down Shoes On (feat. YUNGLILTRE) Lyrics
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White sticks Blue tints real icy
Louie V bucket hat real pricey
I ain't gon lie I been looking at a bright link
Cuz the way that shit shiny at me brightly
This yo bitch why she looking like my wifey
You can tell the way she on me like a white T
Breathe stank boy you need some teeth whitening
And I'm bout to take your bitch she see a dime piece
Put the Gucci shades on buffys on the chain
Couple Cuban links on and a couple rings
Put a whole in ya back like the nigga dame
Hit you from far away so I don't come again
I'm intelligent but I still wanna get some brain
Cut a f*ck nigga off if he go against the grain
Bitch I pull up in a tank
F*cking wit a bad ass bitch finna get spanked
F*cking hoes and cuffing bitches
You know that snitches get stitches
Buddy watch out you better listen
My glocky comes with extensions
So I think I'm finna call a bad bitch
Always known to keep a roll on me like a fat bitch
Same nigga on the internet not a cat fish
But I won't put you in the Benz cuz you average
Matter fact why I'm f*cking with you Ashley
That's right you stuffing shit better than a mattress
So I might get you a bag bitch
But she gonna have to suck the dick till you gag bitch
Young nigga f*cking on the goes getting straight bands
Double G's on the buffalos these ain't ray bands
I done called the play boy you better change your game plan
Never thought that I would make it looking at my grades man
But I still walked across the stage man
Bitch I had to do that shit for my raise man
If we ain't making money nigga we won't shake hands
Then I dap a nigga up when we make bands
What up kid
What up Trey
Go ahead talk yo shit to these niggas
Come on nigga
Aye trey cut the beat if you don't think a nigga snapping on it
God strike me down if you ever catch me capping on it
Talking bout my life I guess you niggas call it rapping on it
Brodie got thang that make the vrrr automatic on it
Wonder if they get it niggas know they never f*cking wit me
Mr. Never leave the crib unless I gotta duffel wit me
Break a nigga legs just for thinking that he running wit me
I can lose it all and get it back I got that hustle in me
Me n you can you never share a plate if you ain't been through it
Served white kids to pay the rent bro I still do it
Seen niggas OD off the pills n they still use em
How the f*ck you taking handouts and you still losing
Whole lot more to this shit I done seen it all
Know how it feel to talk cuz on them jail calls
Just to buy a black n mild niggas had to sell raw
See it ya eyes you ain't never been to hell dawg
Same nigga from the hold on
Same nigga from the orange pack of noodles and the hot sauce
Same niggas cooking up a brick in a crock pot
Couldn't pay the heat so I was sleeping wit my socks on
I an tell that you don't want it you don't know what this shit finna take
Member I was starving now they looking at my dinner plate
A different state like everyday ain't going back to section 8
A Thousands ways to make a play so how the f*ck you lacking pape
I told em I was MIA came back and upped 100k
If we ain't talking money why the f*ck you niggas in my face
You niggas be outside thats an image that you tryna play
I was on that block cuz I ain't have a place to really stay
Now they got they hands out thinking that I owe em shit
Niggas acting fans now i did it on my solo shit
My son can't pull a band out im prolly gon disown the kid
His first words prolly be like daddy I just sold a brick
Ever since that stimulus a nigga ain't been broke since
I hope my ex bitch don't know the daddy to her own kids
Same hoes you niggas wife I tell you where her throat ends
Ever since i started getting money I got no friends
Bitches talking bout I miss you don't you gotta whole mans
Ok I'm f*cking on that bitch but I ain't tryna hold hands
Get my dick up out ya mouth you acting like a whole Stan
I can tell you never smoked gram out a soda can
Ain't ever met a bitch that got a daddy and some good head
I do that thangy wit my fingers make the bitches toes bend
Baby I ain't staying pants down and my shoes on
Bitch I'm from the trenches we be f*cking to my new song
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English

White sticks Blue tints real icy
Louie V bucket hat real pricey
I ain't gon lie I been looking at a bright link
Cuz the way that shit shiny at me brightly
This yo bitch why she looking like my wifey
You can tell the way she on me like a white T
Breathe stank boy you need some teeth whitening
And I'm bout to take your bitch she see a dime piece
Put the Gucci shades on buffys on the chain
Couple Cuban links on and a couple rings
Put a whole in ya back like the nigga dame
Hit you from far away so I don't come again
I'm intelligent but I still wanna get some brain
Cut a f*ck nigga off if he go against the grain
Bitch I pull up in a tank
F*cking wit a bad ass bitch finna get spanked
F*cking hoes and cuffing bitches
You know that snitches get stitches
Buddy watch out you better listen
My glocky comes with extensions
So I think I'm finna call a bad bitch
Always known to keep a roll on me like a fat bitch
Same nigga on the internet not a cat fish
But I won't put you in the Benz cuz you average
Matter fact why I'm f*cking with you Ashley
That's right you stuffing shit better than a mattress
So I might get you a bag bitch
But she gonna have to suck the dick till you gag bitch
Young nigga f*cking on the goes getting straight bands
Double G's on the buffalos these ain't ray bands
I done called the play boy you better change your game plan
Never thought that I would make it looking at my grades man
But I still walked across the stage man
Bitch I had to do that shit for my raise man
If we ain't making money nigga we won't shake hands
Then I dap a nigga up when we make bands
What up kid
What up Trey
Go ahead talk yo shit to these niggas
Come on nigga
Aye trey cut the beat if you don't think a nigga snapping on it
God strike me down if you ever catch me capping on it
Talking bout my life I guess you niggas call it rapping on it
Brodie got thang that make the vrrr automatic on it
Wonder if they get it niggas know they never f*cking wit me
Mr. Never leave the crib unless I gotta duffel wit me
Break a nigga legs just for thinking that he running wit me
I can lose it all and get it back I got that hustle in me
Me n you can you never share a plate if you ain't been through it
Served white kids to pay the rent bro I still do it
Seen niggas OD off the pills n they still use em
How the f*ck you taking handouts and you still losing
Whole lot more to this shit I done seen it all
Know how it feel to talk cuz on them jail calls
Just to buy a black n mild niggas had to sell raw
See it ya eyes you ain't never been to hell dawg
Same nigga from the hold on
Same nigga from the orange pack of noodles and the hot sauce
Same niggas cooking up a brick in a crock pot
Couldn't pay the heat so I was sleeping wit my socks on
I an tell that you don't want it you don't know what this shit finna take
Member I was starving now they looking at my dinner plate
A different state like everyday ain't going back to section 8
A Thousands ways to make a play so how the f*ck you lacking pape
I told em I was MIA came back and upped 100k
If we ain't talking money why the f*ck you niggas in my face
You niggas be outside thats an image that you tryna play
I was on that block cuz I ain't have a place to really stay
Now they got they hands out thinking that I owe em shit
Niggas acting fans now i did it on my solo shit
My son can't pull a band out im prolly gon disown the kid
His first words prolly be like daddy I just sold a brick
Ever since that stimulus a nigga ain't been broke since
I hope my ex bitch don't know the daddy to her own kids
Same hoes you niggas wife I tell you where her throat ends
Ever since i started getting money I got no friends
Bitches talking bout I miss you don't you gotta whole mans
Ok I'm f*cking on that bitch but I ain't tryna hold hands
Get my dick up out ya mouth you acting like a whole Stan
I can tell you never smoked gram out a soda can
Ain't ever met a bitch that got a daddy and some good head
I do that thangy wit my fingers make the bitches toes bend
Baby I ain't staying pants down and my shoes on
Bitch I'm from the trenches we be f*cking to my new song
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Writer: Andres Ramos
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