BuddaRudda - Cassanova

I got many problems promise
But ain't nothing here that's going wrong
No I'm not a don juan
But I can't be with only one
Oooo boy I'm feelin money
Fresher from the underground
Drive is like a mustang bitch
I'm plowing thru the crowd
Too-too much I can't give ya
Hopeless romantic, oooooo, cassanova
Yeah, too much I can't give ya
Hopeless romantic, oooooo, cassanova
Coming out the water from the border
Fresh out from the slaughter
Servin sauce up in the saucer
Like when granny whippin' cobbler
Pacing over, gettin' closure the religious mobster
Gettin' gooder honest proper
All without a fuckin sponsor, yuh
Oh my hot atlanta
Take a gander at another banger
Oh that pussy met online
So good that I became a camper
Southern swagger, texas slander
Watch your fucking manners
Childish are your standards, 'stead of ar's
Kill you kids with coat hangers
So you know that 817 is my tomb (Murdaworth)
In the cut a knife inserted in the womb
Avid hunter for the cougars all maneuvers
So fuck ya troopers
Budda I'm my own shootaaaaa, rudda
Coming in slip in the stream on the scene
Drip at the seams, cash from the cream
Know what I mean, redeem on a dream
This is the imma go do what I mean (Yuh)
Adapt and I change magazine (Yuh)
Loaded and target do not intervene
Les you wanna be famous by tragical memes
Consider by any means
Not even the weather or blues
Unlike purple or green make me lean
Flipper fiend in between
Of your queen fine cuisine, yuh
Cassanova, pass her over smellin' her aroma
Mimosas in the morning right on her sofa, woah
Pardon my persona but I gotta
Go, door you ain't gotta
Show, ate her kids snacks but she ain't gotta know
Eyyy bumping, bubble bustin' at the yap
Breezy to ri-ri bass hitting with a slap
Love taps and lil whacks got no regrets
Make up sex with aggress
Be best not to resist, no distress
Look quit yo riff raff
Wiff yo bitch ass
Word from asap
Fingers I attract, fun fact
I got many problems promise
But ain't nothing here that's going wrong
No I'm not a don juan
But I can't be with only one
Oooo boy I'm feelin money
Fresher from the underground
Drive is like a mustang bitch
I'm plowing thru the crowd
Too-too much I can't give ya
Hopeless romantic, oooooo, cassanova
Yeah, too much I can't give ya
Hopeless romantic, oooooo, cassanova
Yeah, too much I can't give ya
Hopeless romantic, oooooo, cassanova
Yeah, too much I can't give ya
Hopeless romantic, oooooo, cassanova

Written by:
Antonio Basalo

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