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 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 #

bubba man - real boston richey lyrics

[intro]
taliban
you know me
uh, uh, uh, uh

[verse 1]
can’t say i’m the man, b*tch, i’m the bubba man
i don’t love a b*tch, i only got love for the chinaman
emilio pucci scarf wrapped ’round my head just like a taliban
i told my youngin i’ma keep his pockets full, just keep that cutter sprayin’
i told that b*tch, “this sh*t here on the floor, i ain’t your other man
and your p*ssy good, but i’ma keep on cheatin’, you don’t understand
all these choices that i got, why the f*ck i’ma be your man?
you don’t understand, b*tch, i’ma pay to f*ck on you and your friend”
i keep on buyin’ these whips, geo say, “you need to go buy some land”
i was just trappin’ bubba, none of this rappin’ sh*t wasn’t even my plans
posted up in the dugout, out there trappin’ nicks of weed and sand
i got that type of money that make a faithful b*tch go leave her man
i got that type of monеy, i f*ck her raw, she want me to lеave it in
she wouldn’t get an abortion, had to shoot a b*tch a couple grand
i treat my b*tches right, f*ck ’em good and then i tuck ’em in
i don’t gotta drop a song again, i’m still gettin’ them bubbas in

[chorus]
huh, the bubba man, b*tch, i’m the bubba man
i don’t gotta make a song again, i’m gettin’ them bubbas in
huh, the bubba man, n*gga, i’m the bubba man
i don’t love a b*tch, but i got love for the chinaman
bubba man, b*tch, i’m the bubba man
i can’t hang with shooters, rather go hang with my bubba friends
bubba man, b*tch, i’m the bubba man
i could beat your ticket, you just gotta tell me what you payin’
[verse 2]
i need a ‘vert, the sun was comin’ in
if you trappin’ bubba and you from florida, then you bumpin’ this
hit that dope, i whip up fiji water, the fiends love this sh*t
pay my young n*gga to swing that cutter, i got handymen
i be on that pimpin’ sh*t ’cause, baby, i’m a ladies’ man
n*ggas can’t even afford to buy a benz, how you gon’ spin a bin?
they do what i say so, boston, he that f*ckin’ man
huh, give me peso, b*tch, i need a hundred bands

[outro]
uh, i don’t hang with shooters, n*gga, i’d rather hang with my bubba friends

- real boston richey lyrics

Random Song Lyrics :

Popular