Nutty Buddy

By Deala

On On Tha Fuss

Released on March 17, 2022

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[Intro: Deala]

Whassup, Deala talks 'bout his nutty buddy pointin' out his life, his daily routine n what he is doin' fo' the livin'

I got Henry Gold in the house who is somekinda dat nutty buddy

And listen what he will be talkin' 'bout after my verse


[1 verse: Deala]

Make a slap n go away with a strap

Got the kind of clothes like the muthafuckin' swag

Ain't got any girl, 'cuz in some time she glows down

Better get some bitches n save more pounds

Get 'em at the bar n then put 'em in his car

He duzn't give a damn 'bout the muthafuckin law

Started rappin n wannabe like Dub-C

Without somethin' dat man can bomb scene

And then hop in the car with chrome rims

Anytime n anywhere he is paid attention by the nightmare

Haha, what duz dat shit stand fo'?

Be on the fuss n be in the trunk of the black car

At the damn school studied not so good

Get assembled with the homies to make a noize in the hood

Like to fight n spend with the bitches in his room all night

He is like dat muthafuckin' pimp

Plus some activity with a black tint

Don't think 'bout gettin' bubbled under

Got hit 2 times with a fuckin' thunder

Now it's gonna be his turn to talk

Will talk 'bout himself, listen carefully, folk


[Hook]

Nutty buddy ain't go to the school to study

Now kick the asses of the people who are shoddy

Who wanna deal with dat real muthafucka?

He can smoke out n turn ya into tha fuckin' dick sucker


[2 verse: Henry Gold]

Am a nutty buddy

Am a nutty buddy

Baby come make I touch your body

Make you keep am ready

I go lick u like a candy, make you no go tell Grundy

I got her ass in my pot, damn

She looks so hot, man

I never stop, man I never flop, man

My music no fit drop

She told me she wanna spend a night in my room

She wanna play with my broom

I never wanna fall in love, she's an old layer

I hate that girl she's an old layer

I know am a player

When we do it she wanna scream hallelujah

I know I ate her back in Kenya, huh

I don't give a damn, I need her on my bed

I wanna eat her bread

"Henry Gold" I fuck her hard, now she's dead

Who dem be Henry Gold man

Am a steward

I take it real, look at this, I smoke back ward

This is my world "Henry Gold" I don't give a damn, man

I love her breast, wanna impress


[Hook]


[3 verse: Deala]

Get outta the bed at the crack of dawn

Awake his ho to go to clean the damn lawn

Even mad about someone came to her

Get strapped n find a bush to get lurked

Started listenin' what the fuck he is talkin' 'bout

He immediately got out

And the ass of dat stupid busta is not stout

Not bein' a shop lifter he goes to hit the shops

I can say 'look at his hair', he is wearin' dreadlocks

There are some real men in the city he is afraid of

Created one phrase fo' the bustas who are soft

'Pull the balls outta mouth, 'cuz it makes you cough'

Those assholes press him, 'cuz included in administration

They offered him to be a part of affiliation

But this nutty buddy did reject

He justified his choice providin' some facts

They said 'the God forgives you but we will remember'

If you come to us fo' the help, we will put ya in a chamber

He ain't shown in dat fuckin' part of town

He'd rather go to fuck bitches turnin' up the damn sound


[Hook]