Lyrics:
diamonds man these boys done put a gun to your grill
It's Bun Beeda, you know that I be reppin', Mayne
See we done said it befo', but we gon' say it again
Cocaine, cocaine
I'd like to introduce you all to
Cocaine, cocaine
UGK, UGK bitch, my man Bun be
Cocaine, cocaine
Pimp see in the house y'all
we bring back the fun any time we come up?
When you see we come up we party from sun down to sun up
Weed haffi bun up, from it haffi bun up, music
We gon take it from the bottom (M-I-A-M-I to Houston!!)
H-town! Pitbull, Bun B..
My dogg Demi, keep ya head up, I gotchu, I promise!
All my
Rasta man, lion paw bun a bud, nuh?
Mi warriors mek we stop shed blood, nuh?
Unity dance mek di system fret
So wah? Police lock it off, cuss a mad
Working in the corner
Peeking over shoulders
Waiting for my time to come
Working in the corner
One day to the other
Butter for my piece of bun
to honey bun. change that shit. I want chicken pebbles.
no, onion bun, onion bun. onion rings. extra pork. word up. can you
supersize that? yo girl, you got
temperature tun up
Step by step, man ah man don't run up
Cool and calm, it's the weed that I bun up
Checked every angle
Still feels hot like summer
Dodgy, I
"Uh-huh" (uh-huh)
7-1-6 where I'm from (what's up?), Pretty face, ass go dumb-dumb (mmm)
I suck him up like, "Yum-yum", first, get the hair in a bun-bun
sell you out fi two shillings and pearls
Mama used to tell me
Friends not good for you girl
But I know I would learn the hard way (bun a fake
stoję w cieniu góry
Łapię chmury mordo ja to ten samarytanin
Choć to nie Palermo
Mamy tutaj ścierwo co leży na ulicy tak jak w Bird Box
Leci Bun B
on the opp block and I'm locked and loaded, tryna bun somebody's son
One day, I nearly head top somebody's son
Then bro went back and whacked somebody's son
baddie, get treeshy
Put her hair up in a bun and get nakey
She twerk on the couch with her tongue out
She want me fuck from the back with my gun out
a paigon bore him yea-yeah
It's a warning, catch a paigon snoring yea-yeah
Informer, you look it inna my eyes I no go play oo
I bun di bwoy dem deya
さぁ そいつをくべろ!
汽笛を鳴らせ
満員だ詰めろ!
乗れる分だけ
宙行く汽車は 999Rulaz
音無き夜に Don! Don!と響く
くべろ! Move it up
くべろ!
Move it up High grade
ムシって詰めろ Mellow
着けろ! 何を? Bun it up
a wasteman falling yeah
It's a warning, catch a wasteman snoring yeah
Informer, you look it inna my eyes I no go play oo
I bun di bwoy dem deya
Talkin'
Free yard man lets fne a cple ppl bruv real quik no lng
I gt a free yrd man cum dwn na datz a lng ting man it Friday nyt I gta see my man bun ya man
that, beat it rapid, uh
For mad dawgs, mad dawgs
Tell dem run up
Brand new AK deya and yah must get bun up
Send bun up before the sun come up
(run)
Hot like tamale, they feel their body bun
Hot like tamale, she's feelin' on me (run)
Hop in the ride, and I really gotta stunt
Walk in di party,
the girls and the boys my age
Walk two by two
Their oven's cooking a bun
Their oven's cooking a bun
Their oven's cooking a bun, it's cooking a bun
Do they
is your favorite dream
(Stop that shit, daddy...)
Best believe cool Ace gon' keep it real.
Pimp see & Bun be to testify for the ear
Excuse me,
in the feds if these crackers on the recipe
33 yellow D's purchased off my recipe
Heavy cocaine-a G
Plus I got a recipe
[Chorus]
[Bun B]
Well
really wanna know who a di maddest is
Mi when mi siddung and a bun nuff chalice
Now! I mon waan know dem a manage and mi dun dance till every bloodclaast
anyone of you if I choose (yeah) (I)
And I choose you (yeah)
I choose you (yeah)
Well it's big Bun B the man, back on my B.I.
Never been an everyday
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