Трафик Traffic OG Buda Lyrics English

Трафик Traffic OG Buda Lyrics English

[Chorus]
Don’t forget about the traffic (wei)
I might catch you lackin ‘(what) The
guy is hanging like lags
Bro, we are on the roads, these are neighborhoods
And with me my mandem (hey)

These are my brothers (bro)
And with me my toolie (what)
I have a tandem (tu-tu-tu)
Opp in the coffin, I sent flowers to his mom (mom)
Don’t forget about traffic
I might catch you lackin ‘(hoo)
The guy hung like joists

Bro, we are on the road (what), it blocks
and with me my Munday (blea, wei, wei)
These are my brothers (damn)
and with me my toolie (ah?)
I me with him tandem (what)
Opp in a coffin, I sent flowers to his mom (yeah)

[Verse]
I’m so fly, I got jetlags (woosh)
Bitch calls me daddy (daddy)
Bitch plays Jumanji
Bitch like a beast, yes, I’m greedy
She wants to stay so bad
Imagine I’m her boy (oh, e)

But I merge so quickly I
merge as quickly as Kylian Mbappe
Mike Amiri, Mike Amiri (what)
Yes, at the big boy designer (designer)
Christian Dior, Dior, ah
Big boy in every store (what)
She knows every text by heart (wha )
Parses into quotes

But if her brother is my opp
Then consider us goodbye (pow-pow), I, I
Madman ting, e, bling on me, try to take the
Bitch as Cardi B (what’s up)
You don’t want a beef with me (yeah)
I have gas like a Nazi (what)
I have this smoke (pow-pow), yeah
Bitch, like a boss move (boss)

I have my vision (woo)
I have night vision (wei)
I can’t see the sun, lack of vitamin D
E-e, Lil Buda, I’m from the house T, e-e, T-House
Twisted the opps in this backwood
Bro on the mask, yes he’s Deadpool

Pool of the dead opp ‘ ov – dead pool
Each step of the top battle – big move (left, right, left, right)
Oh, if they extinguish me – 10 of yours will fall in response (gang)
Wet the opp like a river, put a candle for it (pow)
Opp ‘ they run from me, I have a Yakut shooter (what)
I have a Yakuza roadman, Big B’S, suwoop

Yeah , ah, and the big bout still smokes like Snoop (gas) You cunt behind your back and I know you’re a coward
Cunt in your tracks, I know, not true, and
Bitch on me like a sports suit (what , hoo)

[Chorus]
Don’t forget about the traffic
I might catch you lackin ‘(hoo) The
guy hung like lags
Bro, we are on the roads, these are the quarters
And with me my mandem
These are my brothers
And with me my toolie

I have a tandem
Opp in the coffin, I sent flowers to his mom (mom)
Don’t forget about the traffic
I might catch you lackin ‘The
guy hung like lags

Bro, we are on the roads, these are the neighborhoods
And with me my mandem (blea, wei)
These are my brothers (damn)
And with me mine toolie (ah)
I have a tandem
Opp with him in a coffin, I sent flowers to his mom (yeah)

[Outro]
Don’t forget about traffic
These are the neighborhoods
My brothers
And with me my toolie
I’m with him tandem
Do not forget about the traffic
I might catch you lackin ‘

The guy hung like joists
Bro, we’re on the road, it’s neighborhoods
and to me my Mandi
These are my brothers
and me my toolie
I have with him tandem
Opp in the coffin, I sent flowers to his mom

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