Flipper - Budda: Song Lyrics, Music Videos & Concerts

Flipper

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Hip-Hop/Rap

Flipper was released on September 19, 2018 by Saints Row Records as a part of the album Flipper - Single

Song Details

AlbumFlipper - Single

Release DateSeptember 19, 2018

LabelSaints Row Records

Melodicness

Acousticness

Valence

Danceability

Energy

BPM81

OVERVIEW

LYRICS

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Budda

Performer

Ted Calton

Remixer

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Budda

Songwriter

Lyrics

Sabre 6, this is Pino 420 in position

Requesting permission to stunt, over

Pino 420, this is Sabre 6, acknowledged

Permission to reach out and touch their souls granted, over

Sabre 6, Pino 420, no mercy, out

Yo, the name is Budda (uh), no Latino, a Filipino

A flipper like a dolphin, little bit like Dan Marino

Cabana boy fresher than Pico, bad motherfucker like Danny DeVito

Hit 'em with the Rico, brown Texas boy, assume I strap a steelo

I hate bitches that get offended so easily

Shit, I hate everybody equally

This shit here ain't nothin' new to me

I've been dodgin' haters since infancy

Down to the days 'til the death of me

Right off the bat, tip from the head of my hat

All of my shit in a different format, so adjust to the settin'

Sweaty, but no touchin' the thermostat, bureaucrat (yeah)

Can't handle the heat of the moment

The middle of combat, you flippin' and floppin'

It's common, we rockin', some acrobats runnin'

In packs and your ass'll get splat (uh)

That's a failed stunt

Do my own, no doubles

'Cept for the trees, shots

D bubble butt, freak, you subtle

Speak up, boy, fuckin' mumble

Sound like you in trouble

Put some bass instead of treble

Nothin' less should ever settle

Big boy, an Outkast, that rebel by design (uh)

Ooh-whee, that chronic nostalgic, my rewind (uh)

New shit is wack, don't pass, I decline, can commit suicide

Silent like BLM deals with black on black crimes (uh)

That's a hush-hush, need-to-know kind of basis

I know that someone watchin' me, faggots for now, they faceless

Wanna run, you racist? Pound town vernacular rapist

13 tapes replaced by my tapes in cases leakin' traces, sayin'

Yo, the name is Budda (uh), no Latino, a Filipino

A flipper like a dolphin, little bit like Dan Marino

Cabana boy fresher than Pico, bad motherfucker like Danny DeVito

Hit 'em with the Rico, brown Texas boy, assume I strap a steelo

(Right) I hate bitches that get offended so easily

Bitch, I hate everybody equally

This shit here ain't nothin' new to me

I've been dodgin' haters since infancy

Down to the days 'til the death of me

Worth no hold ons, I keepin' it movin' and provin'

Improvement is on the whole time

Fuck what they sayin', I'm livin', they playin'

That's all the damn time, standin' in idle, same place and position

The wrong state of mind, mine is in Texas where locos reside (uh)

Her, I want inside, or is that pussy glorified?

Baby, you mistaken, heartbreakin' if feelings were implied (huh)

The menace in the crevasse invented your fetish

Makeup cover up that blemish, sucks it can't cover that pussy

It's a wreckage (ooh)

Barbie, fireball, and Bacardi

Small part of the formula, understand you just want to party (yeah)

Thinkin' back in the day

I would get curbed by them girls whom I thought were the bomb

Now if I ever run into them, I ask

"So how's it like to be a single mom?" (Uh)

A dick and a prick, absolutely a chip off an ass, you goofy (true)

Or maybe these bitches need thicker skin

Like they try to do with they booties (true)

A couple of females be catchin' some feelings

Find me appealin'

Notice the weight that I drop, 'cause I'm active

Yeah, the shooter's in the buildin'

Yo, the name is Budda, no Latino, a Filipino

A flipper like a dolphin, little bit like Dan Marino

Cabana boy fresher than Pico, bad motherfucker like Danny DeVito

Hit 'em with the Rico, brown Texas boy, assume I strap a steelo

(Yeah, yeah)

I hate bitches that get offended so easily

(Ha!) Fuck, I hate everybody equally

This shit here ain't nothin' new to me (uh)

I've been dodgin' haters since infancy

Down to the days 'til the death of me (death of me)

Ay, is it the tone of my voice or the tone of my skin

That seems to be gettin' too loud?

Ay, is it the tone of my voice or the tone of my skin

That seems to be gettin' too loud?

Budda, welcome to the row, locos only

B-U-double D-A, ay, Budda, bitches

Written by: Budda

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