I don’t care I grab the money
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•8 months ago
(Verse 1) Buddy from Kick the Buddy, got a wild plan, Gonna rob a bank, be the baddest in the land. He's packing his arsenal, ready for the spree, Filling up his pockets, shouting "set me free!" (Chorus) Buddy's on a mission, making chaos reign, Farting in the money machine, feeling no pain. Dollar bills flying, laughter in the air, Buddy's heist of the century, a criminal affair. (Verse 2) He's got a rubber chicken, and a boxing glove, Taking down the guards, with a push and a shove. In his red jumpsuit, he's a sight to see, Buddy's on a rampage, breaking all decree. (Chorus) Buddy's on a mission, making chaos reign, Farting in the money machine, feeling no pain. Dollar bills flying, laughter in the air, Buddy's heist of the century, a criminal affair. (Bridge) The alarm is blaring, but Buddy don't care, Dancing through lasers, with his wild hair. He's got explosives, a dynamite spree, Buddy's unstoppable, wild and free. (Verse 3) In the vault he stands, surrounded by wealth, Farting in the money machine, enjoying himself. But the cops are closing in, sirens wail, Buddy's last laugh, leaving a funny trail. (Chorus) Buddy's on a mission, making chaos reign, Farting in the money machine, feeling no pain. Dollar bills flying, laughter in the air, Buddy's heist of the century, a criminal affair. (Outro) As Buddy escapes, through the city lights, Leaving with a chuckle, on wild, daring nights. The legend of Buddy, the bank heist king, Farting in fortune, a wild, crazy fling.
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(Verse 1) Buddy from Kick the Buddy, got a wild plan, Gonna rob a bank, be the baddest in the land. He's packing his arsenal, ready for the spree, Filling up his pockets, shouting "set me free!" (Chorus) Buddy's on a mission, making chaos reign, Farting in the money machine, feeling no pain. Dollar bills flying, laughter in the air, Buddy's heist of the century, a criminal affair. (Verse 2) He's got a rubber chicken, and a boxing glove, Taking down the guards, with a push and a shove. In his red jumpsuit, he's a sight to see, Buddy's on a rampage, breaking all decree. (Chorus) Buddy's on a mission, making chaos reign, Farting in the money machine, feeling no pain. Dollar bills flying, laughter in the air, Buddy's heist of the century, a criminal affair. (Bridge) The alarm is blaring, but Buddy don't care, Dancing through lasers, with his wild hair. He's got explosives, a dynamite spree, Buddy's unstoppable, wild and free. (Verse 3) In the vault he stands, surrounded by wealth, Farting in the money machine, enjoying himself. But the cops are closing in, sirens wail, Buddy's last laugh, leaving a funny trail. (Chorus) Buddy's on a mission, making chaos reign, Farting in the money machine, feeling no pain. Dollar bills flying, laughter in the air, Buddy's heist of the century, a criminal affair. (Outro) As Buddy escapes, through the city lights, Leaving with a chuckle, on wild, daring nights. The legend of Buddy, the bank heist king, Farting in fortune, a wild, crazy fling.
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