Lyrics:
you play my heart like that? Cause now you'll never get me back I've been the cook girl once before But that's no fun and I get bored Bunchy, Bunchy
come back Come back tomorrow Tell me its true that we really Can’t be loved Wonder world for ever Honey bunchy for ever Sweetie lovie for ever Ever
the people Bunchy with 'em and they tryna stop the evil And they cliqued up with they fist up The whole neighborhood feelin' like they meant somethin' Then
side he goin kill em Take 3 of his cause they came and took 1 of mines and I feel em Miss my nigga bunchy why they have to take his life yeah they killed
a hurdle (hurdle) Get my pockets stuffed I keep 'em bunchy like a gerbil (yeah) Living quite alright I got off white yeah rip Virgil (I'm alright) Tell lil
We’re Bunchy, We’re Bunchy We hang upon the Vines We’re a mob of Berry Fruit We taste just divine We are Grapes, We are Grapes We’re a tangy
California love, california thug You know what time it is bad Boy Killa Mobb Deep Killa chino XL Killa Much love to Smiff-N Wessun, Freddie Foxxx, Bunchy
(Hit the corner, do a) Do you really wanna know about some gangsta shit? In the city, sittin' pretty where it's dangerous Watch me talk that Bunchy
you can pick a guitar and sing through your nose Get yourself a bunchy of cowboy clothes Sing about dying and shedding them tears You can lose forty
the gun's drawn Fred Hampton Bunchy Carter when I let that pump off Make the money pile, to the ceilin' please Cowards fall back, and let the leader lead
by bunchies (yeah) They confused My music loud like they their bungee (Ayy, what, what, let's go) Everybody turned they back on me But I stood taller
you cross us Bunchy shell as hell Westside yeah we shell as well Niggas scared as hell Hit his head and bail (brrrt) I don’t move off all that tough
out the country I think they mad cause they see me getting money Bitch I’m going up like I had a bungee My pockets fat, yeah they stay bunchy I got big
then I smile I'm his queen his my king Fas ipondo girl yeah His the one oh yeah yeah Bunchy bullshit Talking about the real thing Hits up, pissed
chains on my neck and I'm on fleek Couple g's in my pocket and they bunchy Slow down girl, you don't love me Sorry got to go, it was lovely It's prolly
I cant overlook I can be Mr steal yo girl too wise to be a crook My homie got a child only one out the bunchy Gotta make show a nigga make it so I can
below the shoe my givincy be hella crunchy got 5 cinches bitch better bunchy i got no nigga who humble alla my niggas got muscle you tryna walk you gon
lose /only political party I keep in my view/ same one cssata Shakur and Huey P knew/ Same one Rap brown and bunchy belong too /Fred Hampton, George
barman bunchy daalu Blessed God for all the congrats we no fit post chukwu bueze owu imazi taa imakwa
em bunchies, I got a lift I'm a devil for real, I'm a soul stealer Bodies in my head all day, gotta kill em Adrenaline rushing, I'm ready to get em
has the munchies I get the bunchies Of all the cereal I like it round Just like it
Smoking weed every hour Only me and the munchies full of squares call dey ass bunchies How you call yourself the plug but you can't front me Hmmm The one
Roam around, walking the town I only leave at demon time Bunchy crunchy topping on my cupcake Shave your bones down fine I lactate out magic milk Titty
Munchy. Your mama named you Munchy Must've loved you a bunchy to pull such a stunchy I heard you cold cocked your poor sister over a video game Let
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