Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Love Or Something, artist - Buddy.
Date of issue: 18.05.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Love Or Something |
Ooh, hell yeah |
Let’s toast to the niggas that do the most |
Shout out to my nigga Buddy, you know my boy Zini in here |
They let me get a feature on this motherfucker but |
I want y’all to call Buddy and thank him personally for me |
His number is 310- |
Aye nigga, hell nah, no way nigga |
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 shit, my bad, know I’m moving hella fast |
Just get your ass 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 shit 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 |
One look at ya ass |
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 fuck 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, fuck 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 bitches I ain’t playing, oh that nigga Buddy |
Back up on his shit again, then I hit my dougie |
See your boy glistening, rain, snow, or sunny |
Young nigga 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 |
One look at ya ass |
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 weed when we come through |
No, we don’t give a fuck, nigga fuck 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 |
Baby girl just dance |
Really like how you move it |
One look at ya ass |
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 fuck 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 bitches I ain’t playing, oh that nigga Buddy |
Back up on his shit again, then I hit my dougie |
See a nigga glistening, rain, snow, or sunny |
Young nigga 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 fuck with these niggas |
I’m just tryna stack these digits |
Baby girl I got hella shit in the mail |
Ooh, I got hella shit in the mail |
Yeah, keep it coming! |