Chris Brown - Bunkin lyrics

rate me

feat. Jay 305 & T.I.

(Hook)

My bitch she bunkin, she went for nuttin’ to someone

My bitch bunkin, she only clap that ass for me

My bitch bunkin, I told her how to wip the key

Now my drop jumpin

She bring that dope to me, how I want it

And fiftys, hunnits, all that

Money is money my nigga, even is small stacks yeah

We on right now so you gonna have to wait my nigga

I throw that cash in the air, that shit will break my nigga

(Verse)

I don’t know how they keep it on the sunset

Watch the sunset my nigga

My big fire, I ball and know we thuggin man, fine the slums

She know I’m in the streets, hold my guns

Ain’t see my periods watch your mine

Told her hold that spot and run it all _____(?)

I got my motherfucker jaize on

And they hit all this on, come back to LA bite my cake

Swear I’m from this bank and ball

Fuck your bitches like you miss it

Flip ‘em like the case will roar

Fucking bitches, like your message, flip ‘em like in case of ______(?)

Back the business, flipping digest

Flip switches with my niggas

Came from nuttin’ to sum

Now I’mma strug, my mamma know I’m thuggin’

Call me nothing, call me Jill and smell like thuggin’

Your mamma love me, got your main bitch on my side all time

(Hook)

(Verse)

That ain’t feel like a brake when you ride throw the hood

And you know you’ll be a gaze

Yeah, with a super bad bitch, drive an Lamborghini make a home girl hate

Cuz there’s a trap nigga will have a quarter me a hate

Nigga Guggi selling drugs on the corner and get pay

I make a hundred G-s on the ball with the G

Just a wistle game just to kiss and call to rehab

Then I ain’t gonna stop, tell you are the shit and that you ain’t no rap

On my side, wann ride and you ain’t gonna blust

Told you, you the shit and I ain’t gona stop

Getting back on the air like you ain’t on that

That’s on the air like you ain’t no drop

Even you not, make the brain on fine

Nigga throw the years I’ll remain or not

Now do all into but the game no lie

Ah still love at the same old shit

Bang on the pussy, nigga they ain’t no shit

Stop playing with the pussy, you know you don’t know this

Shut me and fall down, baby you don’t want this

Shut and fall down or you aint’t gonn get

Here balling, here nutty, I’m right back in my bunckin

Hate what you doin, how you dance and how you bang that shit

(Hook)

(Verse)

Make me hard and mix you hard

And she gets one to lay and party

Be my naughty girl in college, fuck you all the time I want you

Wake up on it, this the hate, party moments, drop that and hate ya

You know the nigga love rappers and be like that

Got money and got all of that

She count all of that, fuck all of them niggas

They don’t know what to do with that

But that’s a matter of fact______(?) do you with the trap

All my cambo do all the state and got double gates

With all the gates but you wait on me

And do me up again is solo

(Hook)