you niggas is some hoes (hoes) You niggas is some hoes (hoes), you niggas is some hoes (hoes) You niggas ain't trill (trill), you niggas is some hoes (hoes
some hoes (hoes) You niggas is some hoes (hoes), you niggas is some hoes (hoes) You niggas ain't trill (trill), you niggas is some hoes (hoes) You keep
, headache this big Pay all these damn bills, feed all these damn kids Buy all these school shoes, buy all these school clothes For some strange reason my son addicted to Polos Love me some
(feat. Bun B) We gon take it from the bottom (M-I-A-M-I to Houston!!) H-town! Pitbull, Bun B.. My dogg Demi, keep ya head up, I gotchu, I promise! All
some skinny bitches Some the hoes, I'm Florida the foes And for the most I'm steady sippin' on some Sippin' on some siz-erp, sip, sippin' on some, sip
hoes love a nigga cause they know that we the truth Got the chevy same color Tropicana orange juice (yeaaaa) We trap or die nigga, we trap or die nigga) [Bun B
A Earthquake Out In China A Hurricane In New Orleans Street Dreams Tour I Showed My Ass In New Orleans Did It For Soulja Slim Brought Out B.G. It's All Love Bun B
one, this Armi, sip some It's only 40 proof, it feel like 151 When I'm done Make a run with the Roc Rock Air Force 1's Rock a bun, hide shit in her hair
[Bun B:] Baby girl lookin good, feel real thick Real pretty, real fly, she a real chick Lookin for a real player to adore ya But look no further, I'm
(bun b) I always wanted to be the biggest man in somethin Had to find my place But the world can leave a foul taste on the tongue Had to dodge a case
't wanna relationship, I just want me some relations go on and let a nigga poke hoe, and stop shuckin with my patience [Chorus - Bun B sampled] Go on
bricks Gipp put it down for the A-Town to the Bay to the Oakland foothill strip Too Short, Bun B, Devin and Big Gipp, yo we all some pimps Gettin' money
) Bia-bia-bia-b-b-biatch! (biatch) Bia-bia-bia-biatch! (biatch) Bia-bia-bia-b-b-biatch! (biatch) Bia-bia-bia-biatch! (biatch) [Bun B] Say, I'm all about
head Do my thang, spit some game you know how Gotti play it I'm like all these hoes gon' get it man One of these hoes gon' get it man From the 'Mound
all day Count money all day, count money all, money all Count money all day, count money all day, count money all Money all, money all, money all day [Bun B
should go out and challenge a blow torch Respect no boy Except maybe Bun B I'm from the place with the area code Shady 1-3 Fuck ? I'm in some new jeans
trouble in the flesh, you can't see me with the Hubble We ain't wishin these niggaz good luck, go get a clover This Bun B, it's "B.E. 3," this shit is
