OG Buda Lyrics
Check out the English translated lyrics for Sometimes Whitey Wants by OG Buda. Sometimes Whitey Wants is the eighteenth track on the Russian artist’s new album, FREERIO 3.
OG Buda – Sometimes Whitey Wants Lyrics
Introrr-revv, what do you mean?Yo prec1se let’s turn on!HeySometimes White Wants to Do This Kind of RapSometimes White Wants to Do This Kind of Rap (Yeah, yeah)
Verse 1Sometimes White Wants to Do This Kind of RapTell me, what do you listen to in your deepest sorrow?In order not to hear, you turn up the volume on the speakersOr vice versa, silence is worth its weight in goldThe psychologist says that I’ve been carrying complexes since I was youngSomething’s really fucking scary, now childhood is a distant pastI’m in my second prime, I felt hungry againI think it left no questions as to who is the GOAT (me)But at the same time I don’t give a shitAfter all, there is real life, it, like me, doesn’t live by hip-hopI’m a fucking rapper, but I have no fucking healthI’m constantly on the road, I’ve already forgotten the feeling of homeGranny begs me to visit, says she’ll die soonI used to be afraid of these words, now I understand, she can at any momentAnd I work non-stop, earning money, fuckingWhich won’t help anymoreHere it is – adult life, fucking, here it is – realityThe MC is already thirty plus, he’s still reading bullshitI myself am thirty, I’m still talking bullshitGod, how can I get off? Even a narcologist doesn’t help meI’m not a happy person, here it is – the naked truthTorch, a fucker, Christina could have found a better guyThank you for being there, I swear, we are the best coupleI try today, baby, for your tomorrowA lot of bullshit, but I do not lose my dignity I will not stop fucking until OVOappears in RussiaOpp didn’t act like a man, but he touched on the man’sGo without any rat crap, we’ll just have a decent fuckOr am I a loser myself? I hesitated for some reason, didn’t come outI don’t know what moved me, but it’s definitely not my principlesIt hasn’t hurt for a long time, I’ve survived attacks of pancreatitisBut for some reason I’m fucking with my brain, how would SEEMEE have acted?
BridgeI’m still a kidIn this adult…
Verse 2White, this is not my first million dollarsRap friends flew away, time left only its doggersTime put everything in order, turned MCs into bloggersToo loyal, I still express love to many of meA little less, but I still sing steadilyI smoke with a scythe in the video again, Lyokha says that I’m an idiotThe city is written with me, I didn’t close the window againThat same dirt, white, I write without a pop filterI don’t know what my tracks are about, they have no themeWhite can’t get high, they have no themeI smoke non-stop, I can’t get high, I have problemsI’m meeting you for the third time, sorry, there are gaps in my memoryI can lay down forever, when I’m inspiredThe beauty of freestyle is the magic of a line in an instantWhite stopped lying, they finally believed himThis is FREERIO 3, but there’s still a lot of meat on the eve
OutroHeyBuda, Moscow, 72, Sarg ( Sarg writes ), big boy, RNDM, MelonYou already know who we are and what we areReal musicE-e-a
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