Alright, alright It's Bun B and Jazze Phizzle, Phizzle It's Bun B and Phizzle, Phizzle, Phizzle It's Bun B and Jazze Phizzle, Phizzle Bun B, UGK sho
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that others would lack Along with the F-A, B-O, L-O, U-S Your patience I personally admire 'Cause I started out a player now I'm 'bout to have my jersey
the purp out And I'm a roll one and I'm a smoke one And I'm a roll one and I'm a smoke one And I'm a roll one and I'm a smoke one Now I'm out of my mind
Aint nuittin funny mangg I'm about my money mangg Bitch get down on that track and get my money, I aint playinn Better understan what I'm sayin, What I'm sayin, I aint playin I
Imitation fake like Gucci suits niggaz be wearin Nigga like me hit the room and all the bitches be starin' I'm not fine I'm not cute, they just know I
artists with nothin' to say. I'm a give it Wish due my street dues. Just stay cool. I know I got you when I need to pop you'll let loose. And you don'
your friends, matter fact, the next whore [Pos:] Alright I'm tryin to have a ball without all that girl talk Cause my girl wouldn't like that either So I'm I'm
Nothing can save you know [Lil' Scrappy:] I'm usually cool But know I gotta bet back I tried telling ya Ain't with'cha death threats I let my nigga
situation because the way I'm fuckin everything until I'm peepin it Why you tryna do what you already know that I'm the king with it And, you don't wanna
on [Bun B:] Bun B King of the Trill also one of the dopest, Whether the streets or on the mic, I'm dope and yes I'm focused, The gangsta recognize me
[Verse 1:] She singing bitch I'm paid, that's all I gotta say, I'm like who knew? That after all the years I'd make a Weezy fan out of you too When I
new day And I'm makin it known 'cause, I just want the world to know I'm payin my dues, and I got the utmost, I just wanna let you know I'm payin homage
the remix, its an honor my n*gga I made rap one blood, that say I'm signin' wit Jigga I got rappers gettin' mad at me I got these new jack rappers tryna
New Orleans soldier Bangin underwater, fuck around and soak ya Louisiana gunner, I'm bout my holster And if you gettin greasy, I'm an ulcer I'm bickin
Bun B] I'm comin' straight outta P.A.T., like Compton in all black But when we say what it do, they never say holla back Bun B, the I'm O.G., like 95