Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Love Or Something , by - Buddy. Release date: 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! |