Coolin' with my youngin'
and he don't wanna keep me buffin'
when I'm packing up my luggage. (yeah)
He said you don't need discussion
let them talk 'bout what they want man
I ain't worried 'bout nothin
I take my khaki pants and cuff em
East Coast mothafucka in the bass sore
thumbin' this a taste more comin' for y'all
Such a shame, thrown' brains she don't know me at all
Get out my lane. Keep that banana peel
in my rear view. Playin' like Santana
I'm to turnt up I can't hear you
All y'all sound the same
I'm sick of that fake ass and the weight trap
goin' basic on the Internet
Monotonous I ain't into that
I stay drop and hit so they feelin' it

Look what you missin', Its all Buena Vista
I do this for my sister, my brother, my misses, my lover
I got y'all we gon' live forever
Look what you missin', Its all Buena Vista
I do this for my sister, my brother, my misses, my lover
I got y'all we gon' live forever

Aye, Aye, Slip into my covers
knowin' well I won't be sleepin' I just wonder around
Ain't hard to tell this shit gon' sell
he be the talk of the town
and most the time yo I'll be playin' I'll be fuckin' around
Peep what I'm saying
I'll be burnt out for the weekend
still go hard for the weekend
Don't lay low I'm sleeping in the studio the whole season
He cold he North Eastern, damn
He Nor'easter, damn
I came through fly in May, I be like hi It's damn
From Manhattan down to Long Beach (swerve)
I hit my Barbie for the car keys
My mans gotta win the back, see the bar deep
I'm laughing at him, countin' money under palms trees
Got to where I wanna be

Look what you missin', Its all Buena Vista
I do this for my sister, my brother, my misses, my lover
I got y'all we gon' live forever
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