U Buggin’ lyrics

by

Kiing Shooter


[Hook]
b*tch you bugging, I ain't with the cuffing
Call your best friend I bust her open like it’s nothing
She think I love her, I'm f*cking on her cousin
Her baby father tripping, he run up and I'mma buck him

Don’t do the bluffing, I told her like it's nothing
Thirty round clip I get to spraying if you bugging
How could I trust 'em? I f*ck 'em by the dozen
b*tch don't know my name but she gon' f*ck cause I got money

I think it's funny cause now they say they love me
Where these hoes was at when I was broke? I wasn't ugly
Let’s change the subject, we balling on a budget?
Can’t buy your kids no food but in the club you buying bottles

[Verse]
b*tch you tripping, I'm nothing like these n*ggas
Tell your friend to chill she gotta stop with all them pictures
No I ain’t tripping, I just don't trust these b*tches
They chill with anybody, don't need n*ggas in my business
But f*ck that sh*t, bend it over, bust it open b*tch
You say you bartend tonight? You gon' be stripping b*tch
A hundred K I blew it fast cause I’m a different Crip
And I'm the reason why they mad cause I done killed this b*tch
I don't really argue, I ain't with the staring
Ain't no back and forth with me I'll have some bullets glaring
I killed a couple dancers, I f*ck, ain't no romancing
I get my nut and then I'm out cause I ain't taking chances
These b*tches know I'm real, these n*ggas know what's up
I ain't f*cking on that b*tch if she can't open up
They know I got it on me, they know I'm quick to buck
So all that talking out your face gon' make me light it up
A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z #
Copyright © 2012 - 2021 BeeLyrics.Net