Lyrics Language: English Song writer/composer(s): Bernard Freeman, Craig Lawson
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Bun BBun Lyrics:
Co-co-co-come n do it, Bun [4x]
[FIRST VERSE]
(Bun)
Back on the blocks, nigga (Bun)
Servin em rocks, nigga (Bun)
Strapped wit them glocks
and U know (Bun)
Keepin em cocked, nigga (Bun)
They bout the bullshit cuz (Bun)
Nobody's issue so (Bun)
Bustin that pistol so U know (Bun)
They fin to miss U, see cuz (Bun)
Straight out the hood, nigga (Bun)
Fresh out the cuts (Bun)
Straight outta P.A.T. so (Bun)
Holdin these nuts, U know dat (Bun)
Paintin a real picture (Bun)
They wit that speakin cuz (Bun)
So get to poppin off and (Bun)
Gon leave U leakin if its (Bun)
U know it's certified (Bun)
They with them games cuz (Bun)
We whoopin ass then (Bun)
We takin names U see (Bun)
Jump on a Benz is it (Bun)
Jump on a Lac shit (Bun)
Jump on what U wanna (Bun)
Cuz we countin stacks rollin (Bun)
Man U gon see ya paper (Bun)
About his cash cuz (Bun)
Gon get his grind on it (Bun)
He's bound to mash, nigga (Bun)
This is hard as it goes (Bun)
This is trill as it gets (Bun)
Ain't gotta ask U, nigga (Bun)
Know U feelin this shit (Bun)
[HOOK (4x)]
Bun B be, King of the
Unda-unda-undaground
U can't fuck wit that
[SECOND VERSE]
(Bun)
I'm an O to the G (Bun)
From U-G to the K (Bun)
The middle fingaz up (Bun)
I be reppin the P.A. (Bun)
A dirty south nigga (Bun)
One of them Texas boyz (Bun)
We grippin grain and U see (Bun)
Drippin this Texas toys (Bun)
He be drippin his paint (Bun)
He be poppin his trunk (Bun)
He be swangin his ladies (Bun)
He make boppers get crunk (Bun)
Gon get his lean on so (Bun)
Gon crack a seal and (Bun)
Be sittin sidewayz cuz (Bun)
Jump off the bill U see (Bun)
Rollin on 22's (Bun)
Got 24's too (Bun)
Ride when he want to cuz (Bun)
Do what he s'pose to and (Bun)
About his clique, nigga (Bun)
Ain't bout a bitch cuz (Bun)
Known as the only way that (Bun)
We stayin rich, nigga (Bun)
Give a fuck bout a snitch (Bun)
Gon put two in his dome (Bun)
We ain't bout sittin in jail (Bun)
We bout sittin at home (Bun)
This is hard as it goes (Bun)
This is trill as it gets (Bun)
Ain't gotta ask U, nigga (Bun)
Know U feelin this shit (Bun)
[HOOK (4x)]
[THIRD VERSE]
(Bun)
We spittin raw, nigga (Bun)
We spittin fire, nigga (Bun)
We duckin the feds cuz (Bun)
?? wire, nigga (Bun)
Buddies are workin (Bun)
Ain't gotta hide, nigga (Bun)
So speak from the heart cuz (Bun)
It's not a lie, nigga (Bun)
Rep for the Eastside and (Bun)
Rep for the West but (Bun)
Don't stand for foolishness cuz (Bun)
Put it to rest, nigga (Bun)
We got the medicine cuz (Bun)
Know that U sick and (Bun)
T.P.P. on the bitch cuz (Bun)
Know he the shit, nigga (Bun)
We get gangsta wit it (Bun)
They put them hands on U (Bun)
They put U on your back and (Bun)
Fuckin stand on U (Bun)
They'll call the man on U (Bun)
He's not a hater cuz (Bun)
Just like a Big Tymer (Bun)
A heavy-weighter, nigga (Bun)
A big rim ridah (Bun)
A big body swanger (Bun)
A big slab glidah (Bun)
An 84 clanga (Bun)
This is hard as it goes (Bun)
This is trill as it gets (Bun)
Ain't gotta ask U, nigga (Bun)
Know U feelin this shit (Bun)
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