BunB4Give Me ft. Dex Kwasi Lyrics

Whoa whoa

Huh uh huh

Yea yea yea yea yea yea yea

Uh

Still saying bun b forgive me

Lord please pray for my enemies

Gas like shell or the bp

Still sending oil to the middle east

I ain't been back in like five years

Still my plug gon remember me

Whippin that kale, that celery,

Sauce, that soup they want my recipe

Baby so fine, got a fat ass got some nice tits

But what that got to do with me

Cuz said five bands for the french bulldog

So you know I need two at least

When you making it out of the struggle

Niggas don't want you to achieve

Niggas don't want no trouble with me

I'ma call my Sudanese (uuuh huh)

Bitch I'm juice li

And my hands put them fireworks on you like jubilee

Man its fucked up how his friend had him killed

But he over there writing his eulogy

Niggas already know who did it

But they tryna play a deadly game of who could it be

Pan roasted red fish at nick and sams no ma'am

I dont care bout no little beef

From the southside to skillman

I done raised boys mob tied with some lil ones

Please don't try no slick shit

I'ma have them boys outside your building

Nigga fuck how you feeling

You know I'm tryna get mine in the millions

Baby got no top tryna give me top

While riding round town no ceilings

When you on the stove top make the dope lock

Like the muthafucka got some secrets

I be smoking three five back to back

Really wishing all of this can hide my demons

Wocc I've got three pints from the east side

And them niggas outside they fiendin

Middle man each time niggas got a new lick

You know I'm sliding between it

Whoadie ain't tryna find Jesus

Look at that benz with all the nice features

He don't want slice of that pizza

He just wanna buy that whole little caesars

Juice li slightly vegan

Chlorophyll water no sprite but I'm leanin

Yea young nigga at the bottom

But don't be thinkin he plannin on being there

Think he got a church girl

But that bitch only there tryna scam her a millionaire

She need racks for Brazilian hair

You see her rollin chamillionaire

Yeezy seven hundred v three's

Riding in a v six beep beep

Turmeric, grapes and blueberries juice li

Still saying bun b forgive me

Lord please pray for my enemies

Gas like shell or the bp

Still sending oil to the middle east

I ain't been back in like five years

Still my plug gon remember me

Whippin that kale, that celery,

Sauce, that soup they want my recipe

Baby so fine, got a fat ass got some nice tits

But what that got to do with me

Cuz said five bands for the french bulldog

So you know I need two at least

When you making it out of the struggle

Niggas don't want you to achieve

Niggas don't want no trouble with me

I'ma call my Sudanese

Wozzop

Lord please pray for my enemies