Hun Bun!

I fuck it I fuck it up
I fuck it I fuck it up
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I just made a hun bun in a month
Watch me fuck it up
Got me feeling like flash how I run it up
She heard my guys get bread so she fuck with us
Pop a perk then I fly to the sun or some
You ain't know I was him ain't believe it?
Cross the boy we goin trial him for treason
Knock him off know the chop push his teeth in
If he talking hot these green tips goin delete em
You know I came with the bells
Yo bitch want my drip
She want YSL
My guys they came to raise hell
Been smoking opps can tell by the smell
I got your mans in a blunt
Yea he tried run up but he failed
Yea these rat niggas snitches they all finna tell
So we send a witness to hell
What
Fuck u thought his ass was up in heaven
When I backed out the chop
He got on his knees
I popped his bitch ass just for begging
Tell the opps send the drop
We out on his block
The stick knock him down in some second
Finna call up my thot
Then beat up her twat
Make sure she eat me up for breakfast

Fuck it up
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I just made a hun bun
Yuh aye
I just made a hun bun
Yuh
I just made a hun bun
Yuh
I just made a hun bun
I just made a hun bun
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Writer(s): Jair Thomas
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