[Bun B] Yeah, 976-Bun B That new shit for ninety-two All you niggaz peep this one Check it out
Aiyyo, trill was the last one nigga, this time you better pull a gat Cause the dick's hangin low, and it's still fat But ain't shit whack so you better pull a quick guard This shit is live enough to make your MOMMA'S dick hard (C'mon!) Pick up ya phone and dial the 7 numbers that makes ya trip for live shit comin from Bun B's lips And I'm givin hoes the sensation of a big-ass nut gushin out, be in tele-cum-munications Nine-seven-six, two-eight-six-two Courtesy of Bun B, straight to motherfuckin you Yo, the nigga was trill, same shit, new place (?) (?), then bust in your face Yeah niggaz be trippin yo, but still in the meanwhile Your girl keeps callin me on motherfuckin redial Now you're swoll cause your bitch runs your bill up You catch me at the mo-tee, Bun big bone a fill' up She might be shit to you, cause dude give her pay G But pussy get played out, and pussy comes daily As long as your game be strong ain't no thang My phone always rang cause of the dope shit I sang Keepin hoes on my dick yo, and ain't no lettin go The net keeps flyin out, the pussy stays wet so I turn on my VCR then I put a flick in The hoe starts lickin that dick and pretty soon I'm stickin that ass, 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 shit! Look trick, tell me how many rubbers to pack I hit the room from the front, the ass 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 bellybutton 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 ass like a pool But when I get wet BITCH, I won't be drownin I clown on hoes to leave their pussyhole frownin Or if you bitches wanna hear some more of this Lock your bedroom door trick, pick up your cordless You can suck a mean dick, lick a good ball And if I keep on fuckin, you'll keep on callin And I'll be playin you, when you think you'll be playin me It's just pussy games with some help from AT&T So if you need a dick to be real friendly Dial nine-seven-six, B-U-N-B, bitch!
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[Bun B] Yeah, 976-Bun B That new shit for ninety-two All you niggaz peep this one Check it out
Aiyyo, trill was the last one nigga, this time you better pull a gat Cause the dick's hangin low, and it's still fat But ain't shit whack so you better pull a quick guard This shit is live enough to make your MOMMA'S dick hard (C'mon!) Pick up ya phone and dial the 7 numbers that makes ya trip for live shit comin from Bun B's lips And I'm givin hoes the sensation of a big-ass nut gushin out, be in tele-cum-munications Nine-seven-six, two-eight-six-two Courtesy of Bun B, straight to motherfuckin you Yo, the nigga was trill, same shit, new place (?) (?), then bust in your face Yeah niggaz be trippin yo, but still in the meanwhile Your girl keeps callin me on motherfuckin redial Now you're swoll cause your bitch runs your bill up You catch me at the mo-tee, Bun big bone a fill' up She might be shit to you, cause dude give her pay G But pussy get played out, and pussy comes daily As long as your game be strong ain't no thang My phone always rang cause of the dope shit I sang Keepin hoes on my dick yo, and ain't no lettin go The net keeps flyin out, the pussy stays wet so I turn on my VCR then I put a flick in The hoe starts lickin that dick and pretty soon I'm stickin that ass, 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 shit! Look trick, tell me how many rubbers to pack I hit the room from the front, the ass 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 bellybutton 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 ass like a pool But when I get wet BITCH, I won't be drownin I clown on hoes to leave their pussyhole frownin Or if you bitches wanna hear some more of this Lock your bedroom door trick, pick up your cordless You can suck a mean dick, lick a good ball And if I keep on fuckin, you'll keep on callin And I'll be playin you, when you think you'll be playin me It's just pussy games with some help from AT&T So if you need a dick to be real friendly Dial nine-seven-six, B-U-N-B, bitch!
{*phone being dialed*, {*busy signal to fade*
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