Buena Vista - Felly

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

Look what you missin