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weebay - bunkin lyrics

[intro]
aye, bricks on the beat
chip money
got my trap sh-t n-gga
f-ck yo trap
aye, serving traps everywhere

[hook]
errthing bunkin on the line
errthing bunkin on the line
got plugs, got lean, got packs
errthing bunkin on the line
errthing bunkin on the line
errthing bunkin on the line
got plugs, got lean, got packs
errthing bunkin on the line
is you gonna whip it lil n-gga
full c-ck yo pistol lil n-gga
turn 28 to a 56
then cut your brick a lil n-gga
errthing bunkin on the line
errthing bunkin on the line
got plugs, got lean, got packs
errthing bunkin on the line

[verse 1]
first time i see them powers at my grandma’s
take it out and blend it then go get them grams off
baby momma b-tching, always in the kitchen
i heard your thot snitching but you still rocking with em
pull up to your spot serve you with some luba tubes
loading dope in the track with my hula hoop
i turn one to two, then turn two to ten
trapping out my thotties i just moved her in
change is on the counter, cigs in the room
god godd-mn n-gga that’s a motherf-cking zoo
thirty shots for a hater took a pin or two
never forward on a dog that’s a motherf-cking rule
quit playing these streets lil n-gga [?]
i pull up in your hood kepthanging off the roof
you was in the hood i was in the hood no
beef got popping n-gga where was you

[verse 2]
say the feds in the city, i’m like what the h-ll
he don’t like me i finessed him out the f-cking pen
tryna pull a n-gga over like what the heck that f-cking smell
n-gga tires on the gas i ain’t trust and tell
cop some jewellery for the summer a hundred bullet
then come down and squeeze your hoes she just choosin
pay attention to my shoes they just suiting
young b-tch suck my d-ck like she know me
turn a nine to a brick drop my mixtape
n-gga peeping am a spy got the swiss plates
all my old homies cooking had to get straight
call a thot then i’m a whip it till my wrist break

- weebay lyrics

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