Read Dog ADHD Lyrics .Is Its Classy Lyrics Are Written OG Buda The official Music Video Has been Release Sep. 6, 2024 Day And Pre On The YouTube Channel And lyrics can be seen above here.
[Lyrics to “Sabaka (ADHD)”]
[Intro: OG Buda & DJ ASHANTI ]
The zombie apocalypse has arrived, grab a machine gun and smash zombies
Yeah, it’s hard to read ( A-ah ; ayo1kruste )
It’s hard to read – I got my teeth done today, fuck Today they’re
already snow-white ( Kayri Kayzer the best Biohazard Workshop ), yesterday they were yellow, fuck
[Verse 1: OG Buda]
(Hey) I can’t stop smiling
I smoke hard weed while recording, you know, that’s the authenticity of the genre
“Au-au, au-au-u”, – I sent you to hell just yet, I’m a dog (Au-au)
I’m really going to drop FREERIO 3 now, heh, may they be happy (Hey)
FREERIO is a classic of the genre, like white forsy
I want Anika – I like it her forms (Mu-a)
When I’m in the studio, you have no voice
At thirty I make Laser Dimka (Wha’?), where is the serious music?
The kid went nuts when I was my age
I immediately stopped liking me, she didn’t really like me I
hooked up with her mom – I became her stepfather
White smoked with me once – he was very tired
It flies out so easily, bitch, I’m so happy, I write on a light inspiration
They won’t accept me – I have a prescription for this shit, doctors prescribed it
I have bipolar and hyperactivity, the syrup helps me slow down (E-e-e)
[Verse 2: OG Buda]
I heard that MCs fuck in the ass, from witnesses
I give out swag – a do-gooder I fuck
famous bitches – fame
Since childhood I didn’t get enough tenderness
Honey, suck, otherwise we’ll soon go our separate ways
Thank God, I’m a success in appearance
So sexy, money fell in love with me
Young Yesenin, my rap is poetry
Got rich, and I balanced out
He punched the kid in the face, he punched him in the face — he writes unnecessary things in the messenger
Dirty bitch with me, like Sexyy Red
“When are we gonna rock?” – Trippie Redd writes to me
Before this demo I recorded boom-bap
I love and hate ru-rap
Creative personality, bitch, I’m a creator
I have punches, I’m not a fighter
I have bullets, I’m not a fighter
White couldn’t buy the beat – no money
Dragged for the whole team – I’m m0NESY
I got killers with me, drizzle is inevitable
I’m an artist, on the beat…
Ha, I’m an artist, on the beat I paint
I’m God for many little ones, Lord
My swag is scattered all over the game
I’ve got tough connections in my reach
High society, philosophers with me
Rapper Needle, want me to throw it on your hair? (Ha-ha)
Hey, heard about your little one
You know I don’t give a shit, I can take it out in public
Smoked five puffs with three puffs
Rappers fucked up — they sniff
Sorry, we fuck up with mixtures
My opp in the past — stuck in textures
How can you hear me in your headsets?
Just know: I have three albums in my hands
Fucked an idol, ba… ba…
Fucked an idol of underage girls in the toilet in Luzhniki
Killed them with a bow — I’m like an archer ( A-au )
Chris gave me a pint — the best
Ate her ass — she’s like a bun
You can’t move me, white, I’m like Putin
The opp squeezes out lines, suffers
He’s nicknamed Kalash, but he’s a weakling, fuck
The way I read — let them learn
A classic of the genre, like chicken with rice, ha
