Br - Bhuda Bhuda lyrics

[Hook: Not Really Gudda Gudda] I worship Bhuda, I'm Gudda Gudda No Stevie Wonder, she won't even wonder Oh, "que bad" Grocery bag I gotta wash my hands So I won't lose my pants [Verse 1: Not Really Lloyd] Uh, baby, I be more gay than you, baby Wanna put my dick no seu cu, baby My room is the pink spot Call me Mr. Barney I can show you the world of Bhuda [Verse 2: Clayton Jokythur] Young Bhuda baby But he be a million years old So how can he be young, I'm cold Don't let it slip Or you'll end up floppin' like flip His hoes is wicked He is bricked Now what's wrong with ya? You motherf**eeeeeeer Damn, ha-ha-he-he-hi-hi-ho Watch me crank it, watch me PWN!!! He-ro everybody, my name b**b Wait, in that game you're a noob I k** n***as with guns You k** yourself with bubblegums I'm dying from asphyxia You are dead cuz you're a zombie I like to eat at Nakombe You're taking a pee I'm f**in G Hannah Montana is a b**h ****bicha uses Fitch Today is Friday the 13th Call jason to k** the blonde little girls You motherf**ing f*ggot I'mma k** you before you memorize my name It's always the same Spit my a** into your belly Show me that this ain't a jelly Girl you know that you need to stop Always talking about what you got [Hook: Not Really Gudda Gudda] I worship Bhuda, I'm Gudda Gudda No Stevie Wonder, she won't even wonder Oh, "que bad" Grocery bag I gotta wash my hands So I won't lose my pants [Verse 3: Not Really Gudda Gudda] Ma n***a if you like me a lot You should stop smoking pot Cuz I don't like these guys that smoke I like the ones who give me dope I guess it's my turn I'mma make your tires burn f** the friends Cuz we ain't friends I like to run around But I hate seeing you around Eat my hellhound f** me cuz I'm round The sky is falling down That's an illusion, you have Down Bhuda is the f**ing best You should get yourself some rest [Verse 4: Clayton] I'm going in But I cannot begin Blow me awaaaaaay My name is Claaaaaay And I'm a tortoise And I'm a tortoise I f** no cameltoe I just f** a ho Makamaka wow I like salad b**h No h*mo but I'm rich Clayton baby that sh** Well, I think so I have money to feed my toe Work it harder make it better Do it faster makes us stronger Wait, I gotta stop copying this song Cuz that's motherf**in wrong Don't you love the way I rhyme? Or do you just prefer some wine? Is it Monday or Tuesday, I don't care Do you have something you wanna share? Damn, I have to stop with these questions Or you'll cut off my mansions There are catholics, j**s and d*****s But the best out there believe in Bhuda And the best of the best are from the hood Hell yeah, this sh** sounds so good Do you want some boose? I think it's something you mustn't lose I'm just so fresh, my n***a My new notebook has a memory of 500 giga What's wrong with everyone? I don't know, b**h! Abercrombie & Fitch Louis Vuitton Billabong Reebok Nike Adidas Wait, this just ain't right Why don't you tell me when you're going to the night Do you think this verse is long? If you don't, then you're wrong But I think it might just end Yeah, you ain't, at all, my friend Peace n**owz [Hook: Not Really Gudda Gudda] I worship Bhuda, I'm Gudda Gudda No Stevie Wonder, she won't even wonder Oh, "que bad" Grocery bag I gotta wash my hands So I won't lose my pants [Outro: Not Really Lloyd] Young Lloyd Like Pink Floyd Uh, Young Mula babeeeey f** me I'm gay Come here and s** my dick yaaay b**h Kiss kiss on ya Bye bye Oops, hahahahihihihehe