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(Hey, hey man, play that song again)
Wha-what song broski?
(You know the one man)
Nah, I don't still, go on
(Man, stop fucking with me, man)
(You know, the one that goes...)
(A6ix)
Yeah, yeah
(Khari)
Look, look, look

Bubble and bubble the bum
I'm in love with the clunge, she strictly for fun (yeah, yeah)
Boy, I stay read in your bitch
She can't buy a whip from the look of the trunk (no, no)
Bro got smoke for my lungs
White or the pink, I just know it's the runtz (Lord)
Got a new pack for my lunch, unzip it and twist it
It's packing a punch

Free Rico, free Kamz and Nutty
Free Taz man, free Yuck (free 'em)
Bro called me from the London dungeons
No, it don't sound too fun (too fun)
On the block where I take mans grub
If bro link me, then it's a potent one (very loud)
Gang stepping on the block with a five bill rusty
I never seen a golden gun (no, no)

New young boy tryna better his funds
Better better my cash or it's gеtting undone (yeah)
Heart turn cold when a friеnd turn casper (casper)
Hey bro, why run, why run? Yeah
Why run, why run?

(Yeah, man this's the one man, this's the one)
(Yeah, this shit hot bro)

Grab a ching, grab a chick, then go strap a spliff (yeah)
I been bagging bits back when cuzzy used to pattern it (yeah)
Feds run in the crib, Jimmy tell me what the damage is
No forget the door, tell me if found the packages (yeah)
Stop all the talk if they want it, we got it best of the best
Ooh, bro sell the creme de la creme
Cough up my cash, hold in the phlegm

Me getting locked was a daily event (daily)
Opp on the block we go crazy on them
Heard he got grub so we took it and went
Give it a sec and go do it again
How you say jugging is dead? (How?)
Go on give it your best (go on)

Smoke hella strains to the brain
I will not go for a MRI test
If they ask why I keep going and going
Told them 'cause I cannot live like the rest
If they ask how he done got all this money
Tell 'em I done it with utter finesse, look

Bubble and bubble the bum
I'm in love with the clunge, she strictly for fun (yeah, yeah)
Boy I stay read in your bitch
She can't buy a whip from the look of the trunk (no, no)
Bro got smoke for my lungs
White or the pink, I just know it's the runtz (Lord)
Got a new pack for my lunch, unzip it and twist it
It's packing a punch

Do it and get you a winner (yeah)
I was out watching the figure
Closer she come, it be looking all bigger
Come to the crib and it's better
Baby wan' mess with the fella (she does)
Fuck it, she's scratching the leather
She gets the gist, no, I ain't gotta tell her
Knows what she's getting for dinner

You can't give me no chat, I ain't hearing the cap
You want you a man, I'm not it (no)
Had a baddie and damn, she got it (got it)
Talking figures, my feet catastrophic
If her moms coming back then I'm sonic
Put on my fit then I'm on my way (oh, yeah)
Teacher told me put it in my old words
Still I'm gonna copy and paste

(Man, I had this shit on repeat all day)
(I need help)



Credits
Writer(s): Harlee Laguda Milne
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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