Lyrics Buddy – Love Or Something

Ooh, hell yeah
Let’s toast to the niggas that do the most
Shout out to my nigga Buddy, you know my boy Zeemy in here
They let me get a feature on this motherfucker but

Hello, hey baby what’s your name?
I am Buddy, only reason why you came
Okay, today, me and you gon’ do our thing
Oh shit, my bad, know I’m moving hella fast
Just get your ass off the wall and on the damn dance floor
You dig, let me take another sip
Watch how I jig, look at my feet when I dance
Hold on, hold up, DJ play that shit again
Wait up, slow down, got my left hand on your butt
Alright, come on, go and have another drink with me
Pouring up a double shot of the Hennessy
Once I get you in my ride, we gon’ be all night
‘Fore we take it outside

Baby girl just dance
Really like how you move it
Wanna look at ya ass
Think I’m falling in love or something
Baby girl just dance
We gon’ get into it
Let me fill up your glass
And we gon’ get drunk and fuck tonight

It was all so sudden

Let me stop it, I should focus on the hundreds
Tryna get a new chain, gotta get the money
Finna cop a new ring, just a lil’ something
Show these bitches I ain’t playing, oh that nigga Buddy
Back up on his shit again, then I hit my dougie
See your boy glistening, rain, snow, or sunny
Young nigga get it in
Filling up my cup and take a sip again
I ain’t tripping, I ain’t tripping

Baby girl just dance
Really like how you move it
Wanna look at ya ass
Think I’m falling in love or something

Aye, I said hands high
Then the sun put them hands up
Hoes, hoes in here gon’ give it up
Whoa, smoking on weed when we come through
No, we don’t give a fuck, nigga fuck you
Friends drunk too much, we been turning up
Aye, we ain’t even done, we ain’t had enough
Damn, everyone here only want one thing
All we wanna do, baby girl just dance

Baby girl just dance
Really like how you move it
Wanna look at ya ass
Think I’m falling in love or something
Baby girl just dance
We gon’ get into it
Let me fill up your glass
And we gon’ get drunk and fuck tonight

Aye, I said I’m focused on the hundreds
Tryna get a new chain, gotta get the money
Finna get a few rings, just a lil’ something
Show these bitches I ain’t playing, oh that nigga Buddy
Back up on his shit again, then I hit my dougie
See a nigga glistening, rain, snow, or sunny
Young nigga get it in
Filling up my cup and take a sip again
I ain’t tripping

Call a Lyft and girl I’m getting in witcha
Say you wanna bring a friend witcha
Take you both to the crib, girl I’m about to get it in witcha
I don’t really fuck with these niggas
I’m just tryna stack these digits
Baby girl I got hella shit in the mail
Ooh, I got hella shit in the mail
Yeah, keep it coming!