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Buddy
Hip-Hop/Rap
Buddy è stato pubblicato il 22 maggio 2026 da Mafiatic Music come parte dell'album Ratchet All Summer, Pt. 3
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Data di uscita22 maggio 2026
EtichettaMafiatic Music
LinguaEnglish
Melodicità
Acousticità
Valence
Ballabilità
Energia
BPM89

Crediti

PERFORMING ARTISTS
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Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Robert Hunter
Robert Hunter
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
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Producer

Testi

I live a pretty wild life here, buddy
Still can't figure out what you would want from me
Forever been a sequence of the troubles sent to me
With fun mixed up, but I rubber band, buddy
I live a pretty wild life here, buddy
Still can't figure out what you would want from me
What a life, buddy, On the other hand, buddy
You'll never in your life meet another man like me
She wanted my cock, open legs, face up on her back
Begged me to pump it so fast I thought my lungs would collapse
Never got up to give back, now I nearly explode
Flipped the slut to nut on her back so she could carry the load
She want another, I'll pass, It's too much to carry alone
Plus I've got another to stroke in some other area code
She's very attached, not me, the sheet's stuck on her back
A cape, she just need a mask, superhero of hoes
All the drugs just hit back, I skip the mushrooms and pass
All the sudden I'm feeling like a plumber out of Mario Bros
My buddy react, it's getting scary and gross
Laying pipe for the peach, the missionary she chose
I just faked it right there as if the drugs had been dosed
She picked up all her clothes, the sheet still stuck and she bolts
Whole time clutching her phone, never called someone, she lucky
I just faked it to get this bitch to fuck out my home
I live a pretty wild life here, buddy
Still can't figure out what you would want from me
Forever been a sequence of the troubles sent to me
With fun mixed up, but I rubber band, buddy
I live a pretty wild life here, buddy
Still can't figure out what you would want from me
What a life, buddy, On the other hand, buddy
You'll never in your life meet another man like me
She came with a plan I just slightly had to go and modify
Traumatized from the concubine, I don't call her mine
I just say she's three-fifths, she don't love the compromise
She can't raise a fuss from the caged box she's locked inside
This is what she signed up for, kinks? She ached for them
Asked to be the sub, but limit all obvious aim for her
Missing now for years, I promise that she begged for it
I'm pretty sure this stupid bitch forgot what the safe word is
Told me what she want and need me for, I must have asked
20 times if she's really sure, now she's fucking mad
Okay, I can do it, if that's really what you want but maybe, babe
You should buy the ice cubes, trash bags, and razor blades
You're buying the Sudafed, you're in charge of rubber gloves
I'll go get the watermelon, I'll pick up the country crock
You go get the parakeet, I'll pick up the butterscotch
You get the defibrillator, I'm in charge of rubber ducks
Here, buddy
Still can't figure out what you would want from me
Forever been a sequence of the troubles sent to me
With fun mixed up, but I rubber band, buddy
I live a pretty wild life here, buddy
Still can't figure out what you will want from me
What a life, buddy, On the other hand, buddy
You'll never in your life meet another man like me
Ducks, ducks, ducks, ducks, ducks, ducks, ducks, ducks
Written by: Robert Hunter
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