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Bunkin'

Chris Brown, Tyga, Jay 305, T.I.2015年2月23日

歌詞

Bunkin' (睡覺) (Explicit) - Chris Brown (克里斯·布朗)/Tyga/Jay 305/T.I.

100 keep this sh*t 100

 

100

 

Yeah my b**ch she bunkin'

 

She went from nothing now she somthing

My b**ch bunkin'

 

She only clap that a** for me

My b**ch 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 ni**a

Even small stacks

 

We on right now so you may have to wait my ni**a

 

I throw that cash in the air

This sh*t feel great my ni**a

I don't know if you know

How it feel to ride out in sunset watching the sunset

California Los Angeles my ni**a

What's happen though

My b**ch grind

 

My boo know I'm thugging

 

She know I'm in the streets she hold my guns

 

Ain't seen my P O in weeks

F**k it months

Told her hold my spot down I'm on the run

I got my motherf**king 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

F**king b**ches like yo misses

Flip em' like a case of raw

Back 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 b**ch

On my side on time ni**a my b**ch she bunkin'

 

She went from nothing now she somthing

My b**ch bunkin'

 

She only clap that a** for me

My b**ch 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 ni**a

Even small stacks

 

We on right now so you may have to wait my ni**a

 

I throw that cash in the air

This sh*t feel great my ni**a

 

Now don't it feel great

When you ride through the hood Bill Gates

 

With a super bad b**ch in a drop Lamborghini

Make a home girl hate

Just trap ni**a 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 sh*t that you ain't know about

 

Stop cuffing that b**ch like she ain't no thot

 

Even if not brain on fire

Ni**a 14 years I remain on fire

 

Still up to the same old sh*t

Bang on the p**sy ni**a they ain't no sh*t

Stop playing with the p**sy you know you don't

Want this shot the f**k down or yo a** 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

 

She went from nothing now she somthing

My b**ch bunkin'

 

She only clap that a** for me

My b**ch 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 ni**a

Even small stacks

 

We on right now so you may have to wait my ni**a

 

I throw that cash in the air

This sh*t feel great my ni**a

Make me harder miss your daughter

She just wanna lay and party

Be my

 

F**k you all the time I'm tired

Wake up on it it's that

Early morning

 

Got money in the mattress

 

Counting alla that f**k 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

 

With some zombies here tonight

Slow motion your b**ch choosy

 

Got a million dollar body with a hundred dollar brain

Your booty like a can

 

And my b**ch she be bunkin'

Yeah my b**ch she bunkin'

 

She went from nothing now she somthing

My b**ch bunkin'

 

She only clap that a** for me

My b**ch 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 ni**a

Even small stacks

 

We on right now so you may have to wait my ni**a

 

I throw that cash in the air

This sh*t feel great my ni**a

 

***歌詞來自第三方***