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bun b - speakeasy duplicate lyrics
please settle downs, everybody sit down
sit down for a second, mildred!
mildred, get yo’ godd-mn feet off the table
(it’s a big e beat!)
c’mon now, sh-t
this is, this is why we don’t ever have nothin’ man
it’s a good evenin’ here, ceddy st. louis
this right here about to bring to the stage
is a gentleman from port arther, texas
real gentleman, real singer, real story teller
real gangsta, a true veteran of the bid’ness
y’all show him some love, talk to ’em bun
thank y’all for comin’ to see me this evenin’ (yeah)
cookin’ this cajun’ i laced it with seasonin’ (huh)
in here, i been here and don’t plan on leavin’
the king of the trill’s ’bout to p-ss, who’s receivin?
i’m throwin’, i’m throwed on, the mic i explode
slow all that bangin’ man just like my load
don’t test me or stress me, i’m in that mode
where i could just black out and leave yo’ -ss flo’ed
benze’s and beamers i drove ’em and slabbed ’em
big booty hoes i exposed ’em and grabbed ’em
take ’em right out of they clothes and i have ’em
they p-ssy is golden (what) my d-ck is platinum
and hard as a diamond, i’m hard when i’m rhymin’
i’m closer to god, like eric b. i’m in
that get money frame of mind, any day and time
that’s what this is and sh-t ain’t no shame in mine
back on that bullsh-t so bring in the cattle
ready for war so let’s get to the battle
n-ggas is babies with bottles and rattles
the street lights is on, it’s your curfew, ske-daddle
that all you got g? you comin’ up short
you ain’t got the muscle, you ain’t got the heart
you need actin’ cl-sses, you can’t play the part
yo’ mind ain’t on money you need to get smart
i’m known to spit darts that’ll land in the center
right in the red for the breadwinner in her
stack in the summer, the ball in the winter
i’m grippin’ that wood (sh-t) just got a splinter
you’s a beginner, a novice, a rookie
how you got bricks when you can’t cop a cookie?
we after paper, you after the nookie
you bet against me and you lost, pay the bookie
twista!
they can never run in my shoes
they know nothin’ ’bout the ones and the twos (nope)
murder to the drums when i bruise
twista k!llin’ them with bun and the blues (yup)
compet-tion better study harder
cause i feel like we done found another tune (tune)
they gon’ try to to be like muddy waters
i’m a be the man howlin at the moon (arooo!)
comin’ up and standin on my stack (stack)
and you still listen out the ride (ride)
i ain’t even got a car note (nope)
y’all ain’t snappin cause you wicked crushed
and i’m a get ’em, i could tell her (tell her)
fall dash rapper when you tell ’em bust
he can even spit the a cappella (‘pella)
he can even come right off the top (no)
he don’t k!ll ’em even though he crumb (no)
he can only k!ll ’em in the studio
when somebody can help him make a song (yeah)
ask me why i don’t hear it, i told ya
on the blues we come colder, bun b’s a boa
constrictor, twista inflicts the pain of a cobra
flame and i’m a show ya, the remains of a soldier
down home blues k!llin’ n-ggas in the game, ’til it’s over
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