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chris brown & tyga - bunkin' lyrics

[intro: chris brown]
where my real b-tches at?
100, keep this sh-t 100, 100

[hook: chris brown]
yeah, my b-tch she bunkin’
she went from nothing now she somthing
my b-tch bunkin’
she only clap that -ss for me
my b-tch bunkin’
i taught her how to whip a ki
now my trap jumpin’
she bring that dough to me how i want it
in fifties, hundreds, all that
money is money, my n-gga, even small stacks
we on right now, so you may have to wait, my n-gga
i throw that cash in the air, this sh-t feel great, my n-gga

[verse 1: jay 305]
(i don’t know if you know
how it feel to ride out in sunset watching the sunset
california, los angeles my n-gga
what’s happening though? look)
my b-tch grind, my boo now know i’m thugging, i’m from the slums
she know i’m in the streets, she hold my guns
ain’t seen my p.o. in weeks, f-ckin’ months
told her hold my spot down i’m on the run
i got my motherf-cking 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-cking b-tches like yo misses
flip ’em like a case of raw, back to to business flipping digits
splitting switches with my n-ggas, 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-tch on my side on time, n-gga

[verse 2: t.i.]
hey hey, now don’t it feel great
when you ride through the hood when you known as bill gates?
yeah, with a super bad b-tch in a drop lamborghini
make a home girl hate
just a trap n-gga known to have a quarter-mill a day
n-gga, 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
yeah, and i ain’t gon’ stop
teaching you the sh-t that you ain’t know ’bout
on my side when i rhyme, think it ain’t no glock
stop cuffing that b-tch like she ain’t no thot
hey, racks on that -ss, think it ain’t gon’ drop?
even if not, but the brain on fire
n-gga 14 years i remain on fire
men do, women too but the game don’t lie
hey, still up to the same old sh-t
bang on a p-ssy n-gga they ain’t no sh-t
stop playing with it p-ssy you know you don’t want this
shut the f-ck down or yo -ss gon’ get it
in public, it’s nothin’
i’m right back in my bunkin’
ain’t what you do it’s how you does it
and we does it cousin

[verse 3: tyga]
make me harder, miss your daughter
she just wanna lay and party
be my naughty girl in college
f-ck you all the time, i’m tired
wake up on it, it’s that
early morning, tap that wet wet
you know a n-gga love breakfast, i’mma bite that
got money in the mattress where i hide it at
she counting all of that, f-ck all of them n-ggas
they don’t know what to do with all that
as a matter fact get on my lap
put you on the map take you out the trap
from a condo to a larger state
got double gates
if i catch a case
would you wait on me and build me up again, if so

[bridge: chris brown]
yeah my n-ggas thuggin’, poppin’ rubber bands, money in my hand
double cuppin’ with the sprite, mix it with xans
with some zombies here tonight, slow motion, your b-tch choosing
she say “don’t they call you breezy?” i told that b-tch “i’m coolin”
with a hunnid million dollars, got a hunnid on my chain
she got a million dollar body with a hundred dollar brain
girl your booty like a pumpkin, like a pumpkin
and my b-tch she be bunkin’

- chris brown tyga lyrics

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