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ugk - 976-bun b lyrics

[bun b]
yeah, 976-bun b
that new sh-t for ninety-two
all you n-gg-z peep this one
check it out

aiyyo, trill was the last one n-gg-, this time you better pull a gat
cause the d-ck’s hangin low, and it’s still fat
but ain’t sh-t whack so you better pull a quick guard
this sh-t is live enough to make your momma’s d-ck hard
(c’mon!) pick up ya phone and dial the 7 numbers that makes ya trip
for live sh-t comin from bun b’s lips
and i’m givin hoes the sensation of a big–ss nut
gushin out, be in tele-c-m-munications
nine-seven-six, two-eight-six-two
courtesy of bun b, straight to motherf-ckin you
yo, the n-gg- was trill, same sh-t, new place
[?] [?], then bust in your face
yeah n-gg-z be trippin yo, but still in the meanwhile
your girl keeps callin me on motherf-ckin redial
now you’re swoll cause your b-tch runs your bill up
you catch me at the mo-tee, bun big bone a fill’ up
she might be sh-t to you, cause dude give her pay g
but p-ssy get played out, and p-ssy comes daily
as long as your game be strong ain’t no thang
my phone always rang cause of the dope sh-t i sang
keepin hoes on my d-ck yo, and ain’t no lettin go
the net keeps flyin out, the p-ssy stays wet so
i turn on my vcr then i put a flick in
the hoe starts lickin that d-ck and pretty soon
i’m stickin that -ss, like a fool in the bed
all i can see, is the top and back of your head
it ain’t about conversation or make that hit
on a first name basis hoe that ain’t bout sh-t!
look trick, tell me how many rubbers to pack
i hit the room from the front, the -ss from the back
and yo it ain’t about the phone call, this about the nut’n
so let me bust a fat load on your bellyb-tton
see, quiet storm done put a notch on your belt
and when it’s over, i don’t wanna hear how it felt
i’m just pullin off my rubber, takin a bath
gettin dressed to reminisce of how i cut ya in half
it’s all in the day of an underground fool
so dial the digits and i’m divin in that -ss like a pool
but when i get wet b-tch, i won’t be drownin
i clown on hoes to leave their p-ssyhole frownin
or if you b-tches wanna hear some more of this
lock your bedroom door trick, pick up your cordless
you can suck a mean d-ck, lick a good ball
and if i keep on f-ckin, you’ll keep on callin
and i’ll be playin you, when you think you’ll be playin me
it’s just p-ssy games with some help from at&t
so if you need a d-ck to be real friendly
dial nine-seven-six, b-u-n-b, b-tch!

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