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Buff Baby Lyrics


Tobi Lou Buff Baby


Like a man
Like the yams, yams, yams
The Sedan, yes
Think that I can

I'm a buff baby but I dance like a man (like a man)
She a nice lady and she shakin' the yams (like the yams, yams, yams)
Spent the whole summer trappin' out the Sedan (the Sedan)
Marching with the bands 'cause I think that I can (think that I can)
(Like a man)

I'm a lover not a fighter but I'll never let you flex on me (yeah, never)
Broke my heart about a while ago baby got the best of me
Momma told me f..ck these hoes get that dough that's the remedy (yeah momma)
So now I'm smokin' on my veggies and I'm countin' on my salary (yeah, yeah, salary)
Same pants every day like this were my only jeans (yeah, yeah, only jeans)
Takin' shot after shot like I'm tryna win the MVP (yeah, yeah, MVP)
Might change my name to Kobe (Kobe)
Bitch I'm Kobe Lou
Who are you?
Whoa, who are you?

I'm a buff baby but I dance like man (like a man)
She a nice lady and she shakin' the yams (like the yams, yams, yams)
Spent the whole summer trappin' out the Sedan (the Sedan)
Marching with the bands 'cause I think that I can (think that I can)

I'm a buff baby but I dance like man (like a man)
She a nice lady and she shakin' the yams (like the yams, yams, yams)
Spent the whole summer trappin' out the Sedan (the Sedan)
Marching with the bands 'cause I think that I can (think that I can)

Yeah
I'm a lover not a fighter but I'll never let you flex on me (whoa)
My bitch smell good and my whip stank like potpourri (stanky, yo, Kopari)
Bags on me like I'm doin' groceries (hey, whoa, whoa)
Baby don't smoke all the weed (think that I can)
Save a bit for me (like a man)
Who said I ain't hot? (what?)
You must be jokin' please
Hey, nigga, huh, bitch I'm on (fire), do it look like I need more degrees? (hey, yeah flame emoji)
Boy you talkin' crazy, you must not know who you talkin' to
Who are you?
Who are you?

I'm a buff baby but I dance like man (like a man)
She a nice lady and she shakin' the yams (like the yams, yams, yams)
Spent the whole summer trappin' out the Sedan (the Sedan)
Marching with the bands 'cause I think that I can (think that I can)

I'm a buff baby but I dance like man (like a man)
She a nice lady and she shakin' the yams (like the yams, yams, yams)
Spent the whole summer trappin' out the Sedan (the Sedan)
Marching with the bands 'cause I think that I can (think that I can)

Like a man
Like yams, yams, yams
The Sedan
Think that I can



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