BRYAN “BUDDY” BRWN - TINTE$ PANES (P.W.F) Lyrics
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    TINTE$ PANES (P.W.F)

    [Intro]
    Alright, alright, alright check it out
    What we tryna find out tonight is
    Who rock the party better?
    The ladies or the fellas


    [Verse 1]
    Y’all niggas been waitin’ for something that wasn’t come for a minute
    I had to back to the root, back to berry
    Windows tinted, uh
    Melodies on my breath, like keeping double D’s on my chest
    I fell out of the zone, can’t trust a nigga or bitch
    I’ll get it on my on
    Y’all niggas been waitin’ for something that wasn’t come for a minute
    I had to back to the root, back to berry
    Windows tinted, uh
    Melodies on my breath, like keeping double D’s on my chest
    I had couple needs that I met, along with a group of b’s I done catched
    Them hoes’ll flock to the money like bunnies, but honey I’m ‘bout to leave in a sec
    Buddy, I keep a beach in a vet
    Nah-nah, I keep a bitch, not Yvette
    I mean buddy, I let my guard down a couple times
    I don’t need reason to stress
    You know I brought the stars down a couple times
    I’ll be touching Mars with the next, ho!

    [Chorus]
    I still taste the cocaine
    Sex with gypsy, we ain’t saying no names
    Okay, okay
    They ain’t selling those strains
    Binary code cracked, it could go both ways

    [Verse 2]
    Okay! Stretched, talk to me
    Get you stretched
    Stretched, talk to she? Now you stretched
    Stretched, I don’t even need to stretch
    Bet if you play with E, you’ll be stretched
    Stretched, play the team now you—mm
    It remind me of when the team was a sketch
    Back when I had dream with a catch
    Now I just got a fling and an ex
    I had another sting in my back
    But really I want a thing with my ex
    I’m tryna have the fiends in the Met
    Fasho, that’ll make a demon upset
    That’s ‘gon another beam to balance
    Play gymnastics with a mean contraption
    Have them niggas pushin’ tee’s, no malice
    Woo!
    I put a light on the opposition head
    It ain’t something he imagined
    Pass me a mic, nigga, everybody dead
    Friend or foe, it hardly matters, woo
    Hear the hisses through the chatter, woo
    Now they pissier than bladder, woo
    B-b-bustin’ out the canister
    Ricardo you gon’ have to test ya’ stamina
    Buddy Lee comin’ through banananana clips
    And I heard he ain’t even got manager
    Shit, well if niggas got issues with “GETTHEBREAD!!” and “March 18th”
    Then I’ll come like an amateur
    Ricocheting’ still bringin’ my ammo up
    Nah, I’m just playin
    I just got a lil’ horse in my voice, it ain’t Megan or Pamela
    But those is the stallions of choice when I catch me a hit like that nigga from Canada

    [Chorus]
    I still taste the cocaine
    Sex with gypsy, we ain’t saying no names
    Okay, okay
    Ayy, they ain’t selling those strains
    Binary code cracked, it could go both ways, like uh

    [Verse 3]
    I ain’t doing favors for niggas no more
    I am not the favorite lil nigga no more?
    Alright, bet, say less
    I’ma flip a paycheck ‘til I ain’t even neighbors to niggas no more
    I shouldn’t have to spit a verse for you fuck niggas
    How I ain’t dangerous to niggas no more?
    I am not the one who put the beauty and the pain in a paintin’?
    Save it my nigga, y’all slow
    Tossin’ big stones from a glass house to a mad house, put ya’ window pane on the road
    When the green low that solidified gold look little bit more like a gentrified Hulk
    Mmm, that part
    Y’all really felt that part
    When the lies fade out, truth ain’t the bad part
    We all trapped behind bars if we mascots
    If it lines up a little loud like Babar

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