Buku Chips lyrics

by

Wale


[Chorus]
First off, I do this sh*t
Y’all n*ggas ain’t never been through this sh*t
Thirty round clip, might hit, might miss
pus*y n*gga I don’t give a f*ck who you with
White b*tch count my buku chips
White b*tch count my buku chips
White b*tch count my buku chips
White b*tch count my buku chips

[Verse 1]
Taking trips with different b*tches, my life is exciting
My life is a movie, yours truly the writer
If I like, I probably wife, I probably f*ck in one night
I’m with Fred and the [?], getting money from Schnider
Her pus*y from China, her body melodic
I’m slicker than Rick, she desire my fire
I give her that pain, left lane in the rain
I see the police, we saying no names

[Chorus]
First off, I do this sh*t
Y’all n*ggas ain’t never been through this sh*t
Thirty round clip, might hit, might miss
pus*y n*gga I don’t give a f*ck who you with
White b*tch count my buku chips
White b*tch count my buku chips
White b*tch count my buku chips
White b*tch count my buku chips
[Verse 2]
White b*tches in my kitchen, cooking, cleaning the dishes
Left wrist whip whipping, mama thought I was pimping
She told me I’m special and I should work with the given
Your back lifting weak, hand it over, I’ll lift it
I’m talking working with the preacher, serving cocaine in the bleachers
pus*y and power, I’m a sucker for sneakers
My new b*tch a geeker, I f*ck her, I leave her
But I be back, a couple macs and on my lap is a diva, n*gga

[Chorus]
First off, I do this sh*t
Y’all n*ggas ain’t never been through this sh*t
Thirty round clip, might hit, might miss
pus*y n*gga I don’t give a f*ck who you with
White b*tch count my buku chips
White b*tch count my buku chips
White b*tch count my buku chips
White b*tch count my buku chips

[Verse 3]
I’m patient when I’m waiting, laying under your house
I been plotting for hours, feel like your trap should be ours
Trip with the powder, box out with the [?]
I drink my liquid with swishers, my n*ggas up in the towers
Ask me how I found her like a brick on the counter
If she rich Imma di*k her, if she snitch Imma out her
Give no f*ck, I roll the dice, I probably hike up the price
Let your white b*tch count it, call me back if you like it, n*gga
[Chorus]
First off, I do this sh*t
Y’all n*ggas ain’t never been through this sh*t
Thirty round clip, might hit, might miss
pus*y n*gga I don’t give a f*ck who you with
White b*tch count my buku chips
White b*tch count my buku chips
White b*tch count my buku chips
White b*tch count my buku chips
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