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labba - uptown bounce lyrics

[verse 1: labba]
i represent the hustlers and the jockers
trill ass n+ggas and them trappers
all you so called ballers is actors
all y’all do is sip the same thing and run down the same game
[?] b+tch, she’s a lame [?]
she wanna get all in your pocket
[?] down with your profit
leave the club, she gon’ rob ya
t’s a privalige to sip on this [?]
moonshine [?]
club getting crunk again
if you ain’t a g, tuck your jewelry
the hood up in this b+tch, boy, you ain’t got no [?]
bullets [?] spins
you don’t need a doorag, or a skull cap
[?] cold, after that, [?]
fake ass n+ggas doing the same old thing
i don’t respect y’all, i respect underground kings

[chorus: bun b & labba]
yo, labba, how you riding up top?
[?] statis, black tims, black scull caps
mack 11, stay strapped
diamonds on the wheel
drop top in the lack [?] 4’s with the [?] on the back
yo, labba, how you riding up top?
[?] statis, black tims, black scull caps
mack 11, stay strapped
diamonds on the wheel
drop top in the lack [?] 4’s with the [?] on the back
[verse 2: bun b]
i’m bun b, mr. wood grain gripper
down south, i’m well known as a candy car flipper
came down foreign on them hoes, [?] ass blades
then came down classic catolack, tripple [?]
with leather and wood, belts and buckles
pop my trunk, and my face’ll hit you like brass knuckles
big grill, big wheels and big ryms to match
not to mention that big work, come and get you a batch
i’m an underground king, a real representer
from the land of the trill, where the lame don’t get [?]
you can catch a bad one, while everybody is looking
and the way i’m running texas, labba got it in brooklyn
so don’t hate us, appreciate us, recognise the real
’cause bun b and labba always keep it trill
from p.a. to b.k., we we got it locked
one hand on the wheel, one on the glock

- labba lyrics

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