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• Artiste: Chris Brown
• Titre: Bunkin'
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My real bitches 100, keep this shit 100 100 Yeah, my bitch she bunkin' She went from nothing now she somthing My bitch bunkin' She only clap that ass for me My bitch bunkin' I taught her how to whip a key Now my trap jumpin' She bring that dough to me how I want it In fifties, hundreds, all that Money is money, my nigga Even small stacks We on right now, so you may have to wait, my nigga I throw that cash in the air This shit feel great, my nigga (I don't know if you know How it feel to ride out in sunset watching the sunset California, Los Angeles my nigga Whats happen though?) My bitch grind My boo know I'm thugging I'm from the Slums She know I'm in the streets, she hold my guns Ain't seen my P.O. in weeks Fuck it months Told her hold my spot down I'm on the run I got my motherfucking J's on Finna hit Arkansas get these OXYs off Come back to L.A., wipe my case Where I'm from it's bang or ball Fucking bitches like yo misses Flip em' like a case of raw Back to to business flipping digits Splitting switches with my niggas Came from nothing, from nothing to something Know my struggle, my momma know I'm thugging Coming out the county jail smell like public Yo momma love it, got your main bitch On my side on time, nigga my bitch she bunkin' Yeah, my bitch she bunkin' She went from nothing now she somthing My bitch bunkin' She only clap that ass for me My bitch bunkin' I taught her how to whip a key Now my trap jumpin' She bring that dough to me how I want it In fifties, hundreds, all that Money is money, my nigga Even small stacks We on right now, so you may have to wait, my nigga I throw that cash in the air This shit feel great, my nigga Now don't it feel great When you ride through the hood ? Bill Gates With a super bad bitch in a drop Lamborghini Make a home girl hate Trap nigga known to have a quarter-mill a day Proof that selling drugs on the corner still pay I make a hundred Gs, spend 40 on ki's Put the rest away just in case I caught a real case And I ain't gon' stop Teaching you the shit that you ain't know about [?] Stop cuffing that bitch, like she ain't no thot ? Even if not ? brain on fire Nigga 14 years I remain on fire ? Still up to the same old shit Bang on the pussy nigga they ain't no shit Stop playing with the pussy you know you dont Want this shot the fuck down or yo ass gon get it In public, it's nothing I'm right back in my bunkin' Ain't what you do it's how you does it and we does it cuzin Yeah, my bitch she bunkin' She went from nothing now she somthing My bitch bunkin' She only clap that ass for me My bitch bunkin' I taught her how to whip a key Now my trap jumpin' She bring that dough to me how I want it In fifties, hundreds, all that Money is money, my nigga Even small stacks We on right now, so you may have to wait, my nigga I throw that cash in the air This shit feel great, my nigga Make me harder, miss your daughter She just wanna lay and party Be my ? Fuck you all the time, I'm tired Wake up on it it's that Early morning ? Got money in the mattress ? Counting alla that, fuck alla them niggas They don't know what to do with ? ? My condo to a larger state Got double gates, if I catch a case will you ? Yeah my niggas thugging ? some zombies here tonight Slow motion, your bitch choosy Got a million dollar body with a hundred dollar brain Your booty like a ? can And my bitch she be bunkin' Yeah, my bitch she bunkin' She went from nothing now she somthing My bitch bunkin' She only clap that ass for me My bitch bunkin' I taught her how to whip a key Now my trap jumpin' She bring that dough to me how I want it In fifties, hundreds, all that Money is money, my nigga Even small stacks We on right now, so you may have to wait, my nigga I throw that cash in the air This shit feel great, my nigga