- Bun B Get Throwed 歌詞
- Bun B
- Smoke somethin, bitch
UGK, hold up, talkin bout, uhh
Pimp C P.A.
Trill nigga
Polo fuck that
HilfigerMade myself a ghetto star
On the slab, sippin barre
Smokin weed, sellin white
Them other niggaz shit dont come back right
Thats how niggaz get popped
Tryin to get the cheaper price
Watch yo paper, guard your life
Cause most these niggaz aint livin right
Keep yo pistol, fuck a fight
Cause niggaz out here jack every night
I keep my mind on my money, nigga, fuck the fame
Big face hunerds keepin the game
Hittin the corner in the candy thang
Sittin on leather, grippin the grain
Good weed, good drink, big money, we
Rollin in somethin foreign,
Im leather grippin grain
I handle my business so
I thinkI deserve to get throwed, throwed
Well, I came in the door,
I said it befo
I never fuck a hoe without head no more
I never pull up in nuttin less than a four
And I smoke cigars, it aint just for the show
Im blessed from the do and known for my stidile
I send a nigga, baby mamma home with a smidile
You can have the bitch, nigga,
I aint sentimental
I smoke weed and freestyle over an instrumental
Been out, lived through the wicked streets of
P.A.Motherfuck the judge, prosecutor and the
DAHead to the
H where the hoes will fuck three way
Two way, four way, anyway the
Pro sayNever hear a hoe say, "No, I wontNo, I cant stop it and no, I dont'
Cause a bitch know that
I might just explode
And slap her in the face with a pie a la mode
Cause a nigga gettin throwed
Good weed, good drink, big money, we
Rollin in somethin foreign,
Im leather grippin grain
I handle my business so
I thinkI deserve to get throwed , throwed
Good weed, good drink, big money, we
Rollin in somethin foreign,
Im leather grippin grain
I handle my business so
I thinkI deserve to get throwed, throwed
You already know what it is, nigga
Snowman, 165 a piece, nigga
USDAI grind hard, grind hard and play harder, play hard
Break out the pot, heat up the water
Swear to God, the minivan do tricks
Hit the bricks hit the lions and wow, there go them bricks
Slide through the hood sittin on some big wheels
Niggaz coppin white and turn flips like cartwheels
Trapstar, my
NexTel chirp all day
Ridin dirty, three nines and a four way
Good weed, good drink, big money, we
Rollin in somethin foreign,
Im leather grippin grain
I handle my business so
I thinkI deserve to get throwed, throwed
So far Im tourin on foreign land
Worldwide,
Im known for the
Arm & Hammer
Murder the streets
Im a wanted man
But the flows like dope so its on again
Started with the block, hit it brick by brick
Then I charted with the
ROC nigga, hit byhit
Im retarded with the glock nigga, clip by clip
The competition is none, they deceased to exist
Let it breathe a little bit
Hes off his rocker, hes a lil schitz
Roll like a football,
Hov used to cook raw
Now I got the game sewn like grannys good shawl
Sure, yall niggaz want war
Yall got it backwards, yall should want raw
Yall should want more and more, and more, uhh
Good weed, good drink, big money, we
Rollin in somethin foreign,
Im leather grippin grain
I handle my business so
I thinkI deserve to get throwed, throwed
Good weed, good drink, big money, we
Rollin in somethin foreign,
Im leather grippin grain
I handle my business so
I thinkI deserve to get throwed, throwed
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