Bun B - The Pope Lyrics

Bun B - The Pope Lyrics

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Bun B And Drake - Put It Down Lyrics

Bun B And Drake - Put It Down Lyrics

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Bun B - Put It Down Lyrics

Bun B - Put It Down Lyrics

[Bun B - Verse 1]

Now when it come to making money I’m a printing press

when it come to being Trill I’m a litmus test

I run it like a fitness test

and when it come to making history I’m like (?) son

a million ways to die you already chose one

a million dollars stacked it sounds like a good beginning

we on the top now go back and tell the hook we winning

and while ya there let em know we did it just for them

I made them cough the cash up and left them jsut the phlegm

is that the King of the trill go tell em yes it’s him

and his testosterone is up who’s got the oestrogen

I like your girl and I think she like me even more

I hit her with that heave and ho and them I’m leaving bro

the dirty South’s finest and dirty south’s behind us

now thats a plus on the report card not a minus

keep your security blankets because Im not your lighters

you got a problem with us you know its just as hard to find us

[Drake - Chorus]

Uhhh, since your telling on me

tell the World bout me

ask your girl about me, she probably tell you

put it down, put it down

you know how I put it down, put it down

Every time I come around

just bought a car, the n-gga Pimp owned it

I threw some tints on it

he would have loved it

put it down, put it down

you know how I put it down, put it down

[Bun B Verse 2]

They know I’m on a Port Arthur state of mind southern superstar status

I elevate the crime

my time is money so I put some money on my time

lightening on the Breitling so exciting when you see that shine

we on that leather (?) before its never even thought of

I broke my bread and fed the team just like the Holy Father

I helped the blind to see and kept it G just like I oughta

the only thing thats left for us to do is walk on water

we playing all four quarters til the clock expire

so til I see the ref waving I will not retire

my flow is still official and I still got the fire

can’t take your eyes off me, like when you watch the wire

and in ‘0-10 we finna go in

so let the opposition know there is no win

and I am no firend so put your hand down

tell em stand down before it’s man down

[Drake - Chorus]

[Drake - Verse 3]

I gotta hundred girls on each phone

Drissy Drake man, young sweet Jones

I never cheat unless you count the girls I cheat on

I know you can’t bring every single one you meet home

home sick just when I thought I was sick of home

losing track of time everyday we switching zones

Drizzy Hendrix I’m just backstage getting stoned

Thank Me Later man, a million copies shipped and gone

overboard n-gga I’m quoting more n-gga

results are in I guess you hsould have voted more n-gga

swimming in the money y’all just float ashore n-gga

never drowning what the f-ck you think this boat is for n-gga

yeah I’m quick to take an RnB diva out

I’ll bring some friends she’ll bring some friends that know what we about

and when it’s done I’ll put some slippers on and see them out

and tip the driver to make sure he take the scenic route

I swear these women living like they tryna write a book after

but I’m just trying to keep it G for my chapter

listen to my words, see just what I mean

rest in peace to Chad Butler everyday I’m riding clean

ohhh

Usher Ft. Bun B - Get In My Car Lyrics

Usher Ft. Bun B - Get In My Car Lyrics

yeah,usher baby,you cant really f-ck with me

this club is crowded we should go teddy got room but i got more(more)room ain't enough come on baby girl that's whats up (that's what's up)one more drink and we ready to cut you tuggin my front im squeezin ya but you ain't gone finish don't start no stuff, don't start no stuff, i know you wanna leave with me,you wanna be seen with me and i cant lie girl you fine as hell and i might let you be with me,i know you wanna come with me,come take a ride with me don't be shy girl least not to night girl

[Chorus]

club is crowded we should go teddy got room but i got more(more)room ain't enough come on baby girl that's whats up(that's what's up)one more drink and we ready to cut you tuggin my front im squeezin ya but you ain't gone finish don't start no stuff, don't start no stuff, theres too many woman here to waste all my time on you,oh what ya gonna do girl,i know i can have any one of you if i choose i...i choose you i choose i say ay you get in my car,get in my car you know you wanna ride

[Verse 2]

that yo girl lookin at me,be cool where y'all wanna be,me on you her on me,if you feelin free we can do it three,don't put the covers on us,girl gon make ya mind up,come back to my crib get ya feet up,make love til its kids kids kids kids kids

[Chorus]

club is crowded we should go teddy got room but i got more(more)room ain't enough come on baby girl that's whats up(that's what's up)one more drink and we ready to cut you tuggin my front im squeezin ya but you ain't gone finish don't start no stuff,don't start no stuff,theres too many woman here to waste all my time on you,oh what ya gonna do girl,i know i can have any one of you if i choose i...i choose you i choose i say ay you get in my car,get in my car you know you wanna ride

[Yo Gotti]

the club look jumpin what about after the car lookin fly what about ya trousers when the door lift up and it lay back down when it push back start and it hit one mile when the bar shut down and its no more drinking i know how ya feelin know what ya thinkin usher got in the same club only if ya had a better fit up in the weekend only if i had that ill break ten i aint got time to be waitin on ya im yo gotti baby feel like the whole world waitin on ya different swag different trill pay for tags different bill perfect smile different grill loui shades they for real same pola different hood black pola matchin hood green money rubberbands but guess im understood wassup was hannin was up was hannin wassup was hannin was up was hannin i say hey you get in my car get in my car you know you wanna ride

[Chorus]

club is crowded we should go teddy got room but i got more(more)room aint enough come on baby girl that's whats up(that's what's up)one more drink and we ready to cut you tuggin my front im squeezin ya but you ain't gone finish don't start no stuff,don't start no stuff,theres too many woman here to waste all my time on you,oh what ya gonna do girl,i know i can have any one of you if i choose i...i choose you i choose i say ay you get in my car,get in my car you know you wanna ride

Bun B - Let Em Know Lyrics

Bun B - Let Em Know Lyrics

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Bun B - Let Me Know Lyrics

Bun B - Let Me Know Lyrics

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Bun B - Trillionaire Lyrics

Bun B - Trillionaire Lyrics

[Intro - T-Pain]

I know they hatin' on me, 'cause I'm the man

I'm too trill homie, I don't give a damn

I'm a self made trillionaire

I'm a self made trillionaire

From the underground to the top

I came from the bottom

Trill niggas don't stop

Let 'em goin' harder

Self made trillionaire

I'm a self made trillionaire

[Verse 1 - Bun B]

Ok, let's get this sh-t crackilatin' ('latin)

No more procrastinatin'

They they told me Bun don't hesitate

Don't keep these buses waitin' (waitin')

I'm puttin' egos and chicken

I'm so e-musculatin' ('latin)

People stop this dance

Say damn this n-ggas fascinatin'

We blow and draw up in the air

You smell it that's the fragrance

I got the focus got the heart

And I got the patience

You hatin' just get off my d-ck

Look like you want some gay sh-t

I'm tryina' take this to the mountain top

Affiliation

But it's a rocky road

And I'm still movin' up and make no movin' us

So keep that pushy get your movey brow (bri)

You might be new to me

But you know why 'ain't new to you

Go ask the white boy

They say he stole the letubula

F-ckin' bad b-tches grab my d-ck against their eubula

Everytime I hit the streets

It's like a f-ckin movie bra

You know what I do to ya

Say glad you gave the studio

They gon' leave you chopped up

Like they was DJ screwin' ya

[Chorus - T-Pain]

Yeah, I know they hatin' on me, 'cause I'm the man

I'm too trill homie, I don't give a damn

I'm a self made trillionaire

I'm a self made trillionaire

From the underground to the top

I came from the bottom

Trill niggas don't stop

Let 'em goin' harder

I'm a self made trillionaire

I'm a self made trillionaire

Bun B Feat. T-Pain - Trillionaire Lyrics

Bun B Feat. T-Pain - Trillionaire Lyrics

[Intro - T-Pain]

I know they hatin’ on me, ’cause I’m the man

I’m too trill homie, I don’t give a damn

I’m a self made trillionaire

I’m a self made trillionaire

From the underground to the top

I came from the bottom

Trill niggas don’t stop

Let ‘em goin’ harder

Self made trillionaire

I’m a self made trillionaire

[Verse 1 - Bun B]

Ok, let’s get this sh-t crackilatin’ (‘latin)

No more procrastinatin’

They they told me Bun don’t hesitate

Don’t keep these buses waitin’ (waitin’)

I’m puttin’ egos and chicken

I’m so e-musculatin’ (‘latin)

People stop this dance

Say damn this n-ggas fascinatin’

We blow and draw up in the air

You smell it that’s the fragrance

I got the focus got the heart

And I got the patience

You hatin’ just get off my d-ck

Look like you want some gay sh-t

I’m tryina’ take this to the mountain top

Affiliation

But it’s a rocky road

And I’m still movin’ up and make no movin’ us

So keep that pushy get your movey brow (bri)

You might be new to me

But you know why ‘ain’t new to you

Go ask the white boy

They say he stole the letubula

F-ckin’ bad b-tches grab my d-ck against their eubula

Everytime I hit the streets

It’s like a f-ckin movie bra

You know what I do to ya

Say glad you gave the studio

They gon’ leave you chopped up

Like they was DJ screwin’ ya

[Chorus - T-Pain]

Yeah, I know they hatin’ on me, ’cause I’m the man

I’m too trill homie, I don’t give a damn

I’m a self made trillionaire

I’m a self made trillionaire

From the underground to the top

I came from the bottom

Trill niggas don’t stop

Let ‘em goin’ harder

I’m a self made trillionaire

I’m a self made trillionaire

Yo Gotti Feat. Bun B - M-Town Summer Lyrics

Yo Gotti Feat. Bun B - M-Town Summer Lyrics

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Reflection Eternal feat. Bun B – Strangers (Paranoid) Lyrics

Reflection Eternal feat. Bun B – Strangers (Paranoid) Lyrics

[Intro]

Becau-cau-cau

Becau-cau-cau

Because I’m paranoid

Becau-cau-cau

Becau-cau-cau

Because I’m paranoid

Becau-cau-cau

Becau-cau-cau

Because I’m paranoid

[Verse 1]

No boundaries, no borders, we’re crossing many waters

Them haters can’t ignore us, the government record us

They used to take our sons and think it’s fun to rape our daughters

No our healthcare system pitiful, that’s how hospitals profitable

They try to put the drugs inside of you

Lie to you, say that you gonna die tomorrow

So why pay? That’s not logical, see the bullshit that they try to pull?

They tapping laptops like a bad plot out of a bad movie

Obama say it ain’t so

In a perfect world correlation of the ? coalition of the rainbow

Who the enemy? Who the friend in need?

How do you choose your target, who you aim for, what you aim for?

Damn, still running with the race but I’m running out of pace

So fast just the last guy to let it go

Wondering if my concentration on the race misplaced

Take your marks, set, ready, go

Evolutionary flow, ever-luminary glow

When they show but the revolution never know

[Chorus]

Shot to make you famous, we in your face with bangers

About to face some danger, I just misplace my anger

Violence entertainers, rappers took the place of Segas

Papa said don’t talk to strangers, don’t talk to strangers

[Verse 2]

Gotta let the people know from the get-go

Bun B is a product of the ghetto

Good or bad man I just can’t let go

No I ain’t a rich man but it’s been set though

And I’m still on the grind trying to get dough

Why the government wanna keep me in debt for?

They wanna keep me in debt for?

Look at AIG and the bailouts

Stepping on the ? out

Gotta ? or should I say tail out

? job like a paper or a mail route

We the fresh, best in take the stale out

Make it rain, they see it i’mma put a pail out

Man I’mma put a pail out know what I’m saying?

Cause I’m stuck in the mud like a tractor

I ain’t gotta lie plus I’m not a good actor

Bullshit laws that they enact to keep us locked out the big game in the back bro

I got a set now I gotta get a sector

Make ends meet cause the money is a factor, oh yeah the money is a factor

Damn now I’m back on the block for the hustle

Used to be hot, now your boy just cold

Gotta build my bread up and my muscle

Haters talk down, sometimes it’s a tussle

But the smoke gonna clear and the dust don’t settle

Now it’s like that ? like that ?

We’ll be alright though

[Chorus]

Lil Wayne & Bun B - Any Other World Lyrics Feat Mika

Lil Wayne & Bun B - Any Other World Lyrics Feat Mika

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Birdman - Tool Lyrics Feat Bun B And Jeezy

Birdman - Tool Lyrics Feat Bun B And Jeezy

[Chorus]
Give me my tool
Y'all for my goons
Cook up the fool
The ice for the juice

Boy shoulda hustle
Money motherfucker
Buyin' a set probably just motherfucker

Then we live a luxury life
Dawg P pearl white
Harder than his bike nigga mashin' on site
New define mics
Take the five mics

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