MISS MY BUBS
Miss my bubs
I wanna see my bubs
And watch planes, fly by
Miss my bubs
I thought I had hit down
Chop it with the pussy poppers
Hatin, watch me let it down
Miss my bubs
We pull up for the second round
Sliding in these foreign whips
You know I make a better sound
Miss my bubs
Counting up the cheddar now
Flipping through these notes they got me
Writing with the feather now
Miss my bubs
Cause yeah, I'm better now
I told you about the Mrs
Now you talking like you met her now
I'm driving down another street up in your block, you know me
I parked outside up on the grass you know I'm popping over
I always thought about the money when it's toppling over
But now I seem to lose my balance while I finally hold her
Life is different, I'm just doing, love is getting older
Time is flying, now I'm 20, ice is getting colder
I never did the Mary Jay, but niggas think I'm sober
I walk around with confidence, you better keep it noted
I gotta stay up on my grind, no matter what the time
But don't forget, I gotta eat today, but I'll be fine
But what's the point of prepping food? My family never dines
I gotta shop it, then I stock it, then I prep it, then I season
Now I'm pleading that my family's home, never mind
I'm planning every move, I'm always up and every day
You're always down because you're stressing where the fetty stay
I got these other problems stopping me from getting paid
But slide up on me, I be popping problems anyway
Hungry for the money, each and every day
I'm stacking green cheese bread like a priced up dinner plate
Eating up, that's when I'm worried about me eating up
Live a life with passion like the way my miss be heating up
Miss my bubs
I thought I had hit down
Chop it with the pussy poppers
Hatin, watch me let it down
Miss my bubs
We pull up for the second round
Sliding in these foreign whips
You know I make a better sound
Miss my bubs
Counting up the cheddar now
Flipping through these notes they got me
Writing with the feather now
Miss my bubs
Cause yeah, I'm better now
I told you about the Mrs
Now you talking like you met her now
Miss my bubs
I wanna see my bubs
And watch planes, fly by
I wanna see my bubs
And watch planes, fly by
Miss my bubs
I thought I had hit down
Chop it with the pussy poppers
Hatin, watch me let it down
Miss my bubs
We pull up for the second round
Sliding in these foreign whips
You know I make a better sound
Miss my bubs
Counting up the cheddar now
Flipping through these notes they got me
Writing with the feather now
Miss my bubs
Cause yeah, I'm better now
I told you about the Mrs
Now you talking like you met her now
I'm driving down another street up in your block, you know me
I parked outside up on the grass you know I'm popping over
I always thought about the money when it's toppling over
But now I seem to lose my balance while I finally hold her
Life is different, I'm just doing, love is getting older
Time is flying, now I'm 20, ice is getting colder
I never did the Mary Jay, but niggas think I'm sober
I walk around with confidence, you better keep it noted
I gotta stay up on my grind, no matter what the time
But don't forget, I gotta eat today, but I'll be fine
But what's the point of prepping food? My family never dines
I gotta shop it, then I stock it, then I prep it, then I season
Now I'm pleading that my family's home, never mind
I'm planning every move, I'm always up and every day
You're always down because you're stressing where the fetty stay
I got these other problems stopping me from getting paid
But slide up on me, I be popping problems anyway
Hungry for the money, each and every day
I'm stacking green cheese bread like a priced up dinner plate
Eating up, that's when I'm worried about me eating up
Live a life with passion like the way my miss be heating up
Miss my bubs
I thought I had hit down
Chop it with the pussy poppers
Hatin, watch me let it down
Miss my bubs
We pull up for the second round
Sliding in these foreign whips
You know I make a better sound
Miss my bubs
Counting up the cheddar now
Flipping through these notes they got me
Writing with the feather now
Miss my bubs
Cause yeah, I'm better now
I told you about the Mrs
Now you talking like you met her now
Miss my bubs
I wanna see my bubs
And watch planes, fly by
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Writer(s): Johnn Charles
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