Bushido Brown Lyrics

Woah, Bushido Brown

Ah, damn, I was afraid of this

Who's Bushido Brown

A bonafide bad motherfucker, that's who

Yeah, yeah

SUMO

What now

Kickin' shit out like Bushido Brown

I'm big-headed like I'm Oscar Proud

Put it deep and she yellin' out, ow

Got the gas I ain't smokin' no mild

Pullin' nuggets up out of the ounce

I be high like Yao Ming with some bounce

Pull up fuck it up and I be out

Bitch, I walk in the spot like I own that

Kill a beat and I send my condolence

You won't find me round no rat or rodent

Got a temper, it's hard to control it

I be addin' my money a sum

Thumbin' through hunnids, I got a blue thumb

Slick with the talk, put the stick in your gum

She already here, but I'm makin' her cum

Pour me some red, I ain't sippin' no rum

Ain't sold no bricks, but I been havin' guns

Tunnel vision, no distract from the funds

But girl, when I'm done, we could have us some fun

Yuhh

Fuck it up!

She drippin' wet when I touch it

Had the pack, but I sold out in Publix

We can go head to head, no concussion

Puttin' in work, I might never discuss it

My dawg sent the pack through the air like its luggage

I need Wok or Tech boy don't give me no tussin'

My skin color black for the paper I'm rushin'

And I thank the lord for the blessin

I'ma slide for mine, no second guessin'

Do the dash, I be drivin' aggressive

Hit the strip, get the drip for no question

Bushido brown, I got that Kumite style

Pull up, I'm layin' shit down

She wanna kick it, I tell her not now

I got a whole lotta money to count

Bitch, I'm a king, I just ain't got a crown

Oh…you wanna fuck with me now?!

First you was hatin', that shit ain't allowed

Hotbox the whip, turn the car to a cloud

Who I'm fuckin', I do not announce…

I'm not hard to spot in a crowd…

You say you a boss… how?

You not even a boss in your house…

The only time I'm leavin' out…

If it's over a certain amount

I'ma pre like a tiger, then pounce

I make hits, they be down for the count

YEEE

Fuck all that talkin', let's see what you bout

Let's make it a movie whenever we out

Pullin money right out of the trap…

Pull a 40 right out of the couch…

Said she read the 48 laws…

And it's still hard to figure me out

Everything straight over here

YUHH

Even though a nigga slouch

Bread on my mind and I'm thinkin' out loud

I give her the dick and I leave her, she pout

I hit the highway with high speed and a smile

Slide with a Glock and it sound like a snare

I'm in the game and I ain't playin' fair

I'm like steak, baby, I'm rare, yeah

I turn the cushion to air

They be like," who is that nigga right here ?"

Bushido brown, I got that Kumite style

Pull up, I'm layin' shit down

She wanna kick it, I tell her not now

I got a whole lotta money to count

Bitch, I'm a king, I just ain't got a crown

Oh…you wanna fuck with me now?!

First you was hatin', that shit ain't allowed

Hotbox the whip, turn the car to a cloud

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