Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song 4 The Record, artist - Buddy. Date of issue: 24.08.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
4 The Record |
| Woo hell yeah, let’s talk to the niggas that do the most |
| I’m here, back again |
| It’s your boy |
| For the record, I like |
| Ya heard? |
| And that’s how we do it, for the record |
| This is for the record (hey) |
| This is for the record (hey) |
| Hell yeah |
| This is for the record (hey) |
| This is for the record (hey) |
| Hell yeah |
| Hey, man I’m in this whole wire |
| Stay up, I don’t ever get tired |
| Heat it up, with a little more fire |
| Headed up, we can only get higher |
| Man, your girl give me head, like a visor |
| I ain’t fuck that bitch, she a liar |
| You ain’t heard that I roll with the writers |
| Give it up bruh, you don’t wanna try us |
| Every time I hit the road, they be linin' up |
| All these hoes see me on, now they signin up |
| Gettin' money, I’m a sole proprietor |
| Keep on sleepin' if you want, man, that’s fine with us |
| Back it up one time for a nigga |
| Mix a little bam-bam with the liquor |
| No, we don’t got no problems over here bruh |
| And we gon' touch a mil' before the year is up |
| This is for the record (hey) |
| This is for the record (hey) |
| Hell yeah |
| This is for the record (hey) |
| This is for the record (hey) |
| Hell yeah |
| Money on my mind, for the record |
| Runnin' through the marathon, for the record |
| And I put that on God, for the record |
| Somebody might die, for the record |
| Rest in peace, nigga Eazy-E, for the record |
| Mike & Keys, nigga on the beat, for the record |
| We could do this all night, for the record |
| Comin' from the Westside, for the record |
| This one for the pressure |
| This one for the bitches, that ain’t givin' me no effort |
| This one for the L, shit they only made me better |
| They remember every fade, and sayin' this one for the record |
| I can’t rectify the pain or the story of my gang |
| Ain’t no freedom for my brain, with a 40 and a chain |
| You know devils love to play, in the shadows of my brain |
| I can’t elevate or change, if all I ever do is hang |
| Really, all I see is shame |
| «Where my city at?» |
| Nigga, you too broke for you to know where all the bitches at |
| Homie on parole and he can’t smoke, so he gon' hit a Black |
| You let somebody use your lighter, you don’t get it back |
| I’m really at… I'm really in a bad place, and I ain’t seein' good much |
| Tell me throw my fist high and I just throw my hood up |
| How you know your roof high, if you ain’t ever looked up (uh) |
| Some shit I never understood |
| But I know this one for the record, I know this one for the death |
| They’ll have niggas spendin' money 'fore we even see the check |
| Serena made it outta' Compton, she forever get respect |
| A parallel to how ya’ll sit and do it for the 'net |
| I say… |
| This is for the record |
| You know what I’m sayin' |
| For the record… |
| It ain’t nothing like fucking with and you ain’t got to motherfucking split it |
| wit nobody, nigga. |
| And that’s really for the record, nigga |
| I put that muthafuckin' money in my pocket and I know, shit, I |
| That’s on God, nigga, for the record |