| Tell her we can hit the mall, I can take you for a ride
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| Just as long as you promise me you won’t touch nothing
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| Don’t push my buttons
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| Don’t push my buttons
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| I don’t care who you are don’t turn my knobs
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| Baby, that’s the main thing that’ll turn me off
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| Don’t push my buttons
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| Don’t push my buttons
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| Brought it way back to '09 on these bitches
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| Southern Cali nigga, but I never had no switches
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| Where I’m from we riding sixes with no license 'cause we hitting licks
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| Or in the kitchen whipping, taxing niggas from some other crip
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| That’s that push a button just to start it like the mothership
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| Beam me up, in sneaking in, I’m geeking on that other shit
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| Keep touching my radio, I’m gon' go get my other bitch
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| And throw you in the backseat and take you to your mother’s, bitch
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| Move out and move on
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| Hit the county and get that money, you’re grown
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| And your baby daddy ain’t coming home
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| Send them numbers to punch in so he can cop him a phone
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| Get a trick and push his buttons 'cause your man up the road
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| Follow the code
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| Like you need the air to take a breath, you gotta get dough
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| Your lil' son just took his first steps, so he needs Nikes on his toes
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| Punch in the code on that debit card you floss, fuck the 'dro
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| Push the button, end the call on you, ho
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| Tell her we can hit the mall, I can take you for a ride
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| Just as long as you promise me you won’t touch nothing
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| Don’t push my buttons
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| Don’t push my buttons
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| I don’t care who you are don’t turn my knobs
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| Baby, that’s the main thing that’ll turn me off
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| Don’t push my buttons
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| Don’t push my buttons
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| Riding with the homie, we parolees, got a pistol on me
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| Rather get caught with it than without it, they might try to dome me
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| Cousin drug offender, but he so high
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| Triple cup of High Tech and a three-point-five
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| But this whip got a lil' button that you press to stash the guns and onions
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| Every hood we go we on our toes like a fucking bunion
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| I been having dreams of something foreign sitting on them buttons
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| Ever since a youngin watching videos I’m touching buttons
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| And I’m passed out, worried 'bout me, fuck your damn assumptions
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| I’ve been at a funeral more times than I’ve been at a function
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| We be going dumb, we running something like we Forrest Gumping
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| If you on that fuck shit, then them ho’s gon' say you pumping
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| Lingo 'round my people
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| Project, English was my favorite subject
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| Used to rock that Polo in the field like I was playing rugby
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| I’m from where them killers dread they hair after they grow a gumpy
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| Trigger just a button to a zombie who live for thugging
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| Free my soldier, fuck a fleet, that shit keep you peoples buggin
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| Hate your situation, it be crazy when I see your brother
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| Heard his jumper automatic, on the court he push the button
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| Keep him off the streets 'cause doin time ain’t cool and achieve for nothing
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| Tell her we can hit the mall, I can take you for a ride
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| Just as long as you promise me you won’t touch nothing
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| Don’t push my buttons
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| Don’t push my buttons
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| I don’t care who you are don’t turn my knobs
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| Baby, that’s the main thing that’ll turn me off
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| Don’t push my buttons
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| Don’t push my buttons |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Buttons, Pt. 2 , by - 03 Greedo. Song from the album Purple Summer, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп