Love Or Something (Explicit) - Buddy

Written by：Simmie Sims III/Louis Kevin Celestin

Ooh hell yeah

Let's toast to the niggas that do the most

Shout out to my ni**a Buddy you know my boy Zeemy in here

They let me get a feature on this motherf**ker but

I want y'all to call Buddy and thank him personally for me

His numer is 310

Aye ni**a hell nah no way ni**a

You better not

Hello hey baby what's your name

I am Buddy only reason why you came

Okay today me and you gon' do our thing

Oh sh*t my bad know I'm moving hella fast

Just get your a** off the wall and on the damn dance floor

You dig let me take another sip

Watch how I jig look at my feet when I dance

Hold on hold up DJ play that sh*t again

Wait up slow down got my left hand on your butt

Alright come on go and have another drink with me

Pouring up a double shot of the Hennessy

Once I get you in my ride we gon' be all night

'Fore we take it outside

Baby girl just dance

Really like how you move it

Wanna look at ya a**

Think I'm falling in love or something

Baby girl just dance

We gon' get into it

Let me fill up your glass

And we gon' get drunk and f**k tonight

It was all so sudden

Thirty five models they was all so stunning

Running out of bottles I got five more coming

Let me settle down I need to mind my budget

Better yet f**k it cop it all put it on my visa

I just wanna make you mine baby girl I need you

On the floor we getting down bumping and grinding

Spin your body all around baby we gliding

Let me stop it I should focus on the hundreds

Tryna get a new chain gotta get the money

Finna cop a new ring just a lil' something

Show these b**ches I ain't playing oh that ni**a buddy

Back up on his sh*t again then I hit my dougie

See your boy glistening rain snow or sunny

Young ni**a get it in

Filling up my cup and take a sip again

I ain't tripping I ain't tripping

Baby girl just dance

Really like how you move it

Wanna look at ya a**

Think I'm falling in love or something

Aye I said hands high

Then the sun put them hands up

Hoes hoes in here gon' give it up

Whoa smoking on w**d when we come through

No we don't give a f**k ni**a f**k you

Friends drunk too much we been turning up

Aye we ain't even done we ain't had enough

Damn everyone here only want one thing

All we wanna do baby girl just dance

Really like how you move it

Wanna look at ya a**

Think I'm falling in love or something

Baby girl just dance

We gon' get into it

Let me fill up your glass

And we gon' get drunk and f**k tonight

Aye I said I'm focused on the hundreds

Tryna get a new chain gotta get the money

Finna get a few rings just a lil' something

Show these b**ches I ain't playing oh that ni**a buddy

Back up on his sh*t again then I hit my dougie

See a ni**a glistening rain snow or sunny

Young ni**a get it in

Filling up my cup and take a sip again

I ain't tripping

Call a lyft and girl I'm getting in witcha

Say you wanna bring a friend witcha

Take you both to the crib girl I'm about to get it in witcha

I don't really f**k with these niggas

I'm just tryna stack these digits

Baby girl I got hella sh*t in the mail

Ooh I got hella sh*t in the mail

Yeah keep it coming