Lyrics:
Bun B
I'm bringing back real rap like Eddie Murphy did Gumby
E G O of B.I.G. in a Humvee
Food for thought if you motherfukers are hungry
I'll tickle
that's all I blow
in the lime light I shine and glow
Mr Magic and Bun B wanna live lavish then come with me
As I flip the script in my Humvee
Grindin
strapped up we be looking like a Humvee
I get money Bitch am balling like 2003 Carmelo
I know killas from the N.O
And they will turn your brains to Jell O
of touchy
Getting hummers in a humvee guns and my drugs keep running
I should probably run for congress i should probably run the country
Somebody run
inside a Humvee
So if i died today all these demons they can't touch me
Shes crying in the rain so insane she think she ugly
But baby dry your eyes with
make money, yeah money
What about my ivory keys
What about my humvee
What about my cosmetics
What about me
We can burn the last oil together
We can see
Sitting in a Humvee, counting paper, and looking for my haters around me
Glock on my waist for the cash that I make, don't you fuckers ever come around me
I
sipping bubbly
See me in 3D like the Dudleys
Finna get rich and cop me a humvee
Rapping my ass off my life look lovely
Showtime Ramon the unknown
I called
like a Humvee
They pull up on a nigga in a hyundai
Choppa hit a nigga with the gunplay
They walk up on a nigga on a sunday
Niggas getting brains blown
some Gucci shoes am I super tripping?
See I got it out the mud like Crocodile Dundee
Hopping out the Humvee like Pimp C and Bun B
Son of a G keep
through all the fuck shit run niggas over like a humvee
We shopping nigga you crummy , underground king like I'm Pimp C
No killer nigga but dont temp me, my
j'l'ai dans mon viseur (ouh-ouh) okay
Elle twerk pour humvee (elle twerk) comme si elle jouait sa vie
J'aime qu'elle soit (?), Elle vient d'la ville de
with a plan and an army
See me riding one deep in the Humvee
And I'm running down pedestrians or
Anyone in front of me
Coaasty be doing the most
He go
Till a woman's right isn't under siege
cnd torpedoing the economy
Gets you more jail time than an ounce of crack
Till the last Humvee is leaving Iraq
Shinning from the gold a straight masterpiece
Depressed and looking clean, will they ever get over me ?
Humvee roaring through the floor
Make a bitch
I'm hungry
The flesh of my prey what I'm hunting
Got me a sad bitch I skullfuck in my humvee
Let the gunner rip empty out the clip
Duct tape nana cause
statt Methlabore
Sie wollen Krieg aber halten sich für Gandhi
Es regnet Money wie 50 cal ausm Humvee
Das Kali Yuga liebt Psychopathen wie Ted Bundy
Du
smelled none sweet like this, honey
Don't you stop your work, keep going like a Humvee
After this dance, you can get lo for me
Leave the ve at home, know
Humvee
Twenties hit the deck
Ain't no telling where my hun be
Till she hit the set
I coast the city streets
Middle of June the city heat
Got my sidity
no moths, bitch
Now we cough bitch off that strong shit
Bong rips
Not she not wearing no thong, shit
She fuck me, in the humvee
Another bomb B
Took
Gun Trucks and Kevlar
Some 240's and Up Armor
The scattered humvee parts
At home are broken hearts
Another convoy hit
While we talk and sip
Embedded
like a humvee
And I come through like Chun Li
Front back and side to side
I got niggas soundin like Bun B
My girls come thru slayin shit
Them they light
like a humvee
And I come through like Chun Li
Front back and side to side
I got niggas soundin like Bun B
My girls come thru slayin shit
Them they light
then evolve em
I'm a new typa problem ain't no way to solve em
No they dont know me still solo in a humvee
Holding 36 chambers and the album when the wu
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