bitch 'Cause I fell in love with my chrome-plated woman. I love my wood wheel Grant, '84 Cadillacs that slant, Slowed-down Screw tapes that knock, Blowin
Mur, Mur, Murder Murder, Mur, Mur, Murder Murder, Mur, Mur, Murder Murder, Mur, Mur, Murder Murder, Mur, Mur, Murder [Verse Two: Bun-B] Well this Bun-B bitch and I'm the king I
steady hummin I fell in love with my chrome plated woman The grill on the front, trunk steady hummin I fell in love with my chrome plated woman [Bun B
the morning, yawnin' I wish I could come down but you know I can't 'Cause I'm leanin' off the dank and the good ole drink I got 5 on the weed, 50 on the
can ask Bun B bitch I aint no liar My man RoRo jus lost his baby in a house fire And then when I got on my knees that night to pray I asked God why he
I bet you never seen a big truck like that I bet you never got a dick sucked like that The bitch didn't know that I was tapin' the whole scene Now we
cappin in the clubs, I got to play them on a down-low I took my tags off my buick and yall know I didn't love that Rollin on some white balls and hubcaps And even though I
bags Wreckin' Crew, R-B-J, Lucky's in the shack Yeah that P.A. click, they got them stacks and that's a fact [Pimp C] I'm a pimp ass nigga, so I collect
down I hate silly hoes that talk a lot and try to clown When she know that I know that she done fucked the whole town And that I know that she a freak
: [Bun B] When I first started back in 1989 I wasn't movin keys I barely movin dimes Started comin up fiends recognize my face Started payin off the
game, bitch it gets no love She be cross country, givin all that she got A thousand a pop, I'm pullin Bentleys off the lot I smashed up the gray one,
saying "I choose you babe!"] So, I typed a text to a girl I used to see Sayin that I chose this cutie pie with whom I wanna be And I apologize if this
: [Bun B] Bone hard nigga, hoes be runnin from the scene Cause I'm out to demean, count the green and throw that jim in the in-between Now Bun B moves
I-N-F-I-N-I-T-Y comin on the m-i-c to let you know that I I'm sick and tired of weak-minded two cents brothas Only out for one thing, and that's to get
I know he ready to hit the street And jumb back to makin beats And I know that nigga miss Bun B So we gon keep it on the G That?s comin for my brother
me Myself and I that's Bun B I'm a G, I'm a boss, I grip grain and I sip lean I'm ball all out with the biggest G's and spit and throw the sixteen
gon' keep it triller than me Myself and I that's Bun B I'm a G, I'm a boss, I grip grain and I sip lean I'm ball all out with the biggest G's and spit
York, ain't nuttin but real thugs So, when you see Buck and Bun B, show us love [Chorus] [Smoov Jizzell] I'm thankin Bun already told ya we ain't nuttin