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letra de gulag - buni (smg)

[verse 1]
he got boxed in the face like b-tch
he got bun in the tum like b-tch
you back that wap and he didn’t do sh-t
my old friends getting put in a spliff
take my name off your crusty lips
i might just d-ck down your aunty quick
slap this wap, everyone dismiss
you made who what? stop smoking on sh-t
who’s these yutes from west?
chatting my name better say it with chest
better go shout-out wade for a vest
i’m tryna leave holes in tummy and chest
i don’t know who you’re trying to impress
but don’t get your head smashed in like rex
don’t sleep on these bricks, that’s dead
laugh out loud that’s a ap flex
you can say what you want ’bout buni
but trust me no ones got down buni
and no one’s chased down buni
and no man can violate buni
lemme tell you one thing that’s funny
corn, corn got slapped in tummies
i got corn for you and your cussy
you’re gonna hold more than corn in your tummy
hunch shoulda stepped and ride for his cus
oh sh-t when his cus got bun
oh sh-t that’s another one, now who’s cus can’t bop for fun
i woulda told ap “suck your mum”
but laugh out loud he ain’t got no mum
gunshot ting for any mum’s son
[?] go pray and protect your son

[chorus]
who’s these yutes from west?
chatting my name better say it with chest
lemme tell you one thing that’s funny
corn, corn got slapped in tummies
corn, corn got slapped in tummies

[verse 2]
no talk, no verbing, trust me it’s certain
really tryna close mans curtains
the opps are burning, trust me i’m lurking
doing way more than hurting
i wanna bludclart shirt ’em, k!ll that vermin
soon bump heads in person
this [?] you ain’t firming, it’s concerning
they ain’t rid since that purging
on the 8 mans looking for opps
on the p mans looking for opps
likkle man got put in a coff’
cough fast food, you ain’t [?]
spin that block, lurk and pop
put your whole face on a top
try run get (gunshot sound effect), can’t miss this shot
and i pray that that pr-ck just dropped
bun man like toast let’s rock
come roll two step like tommy and ghost
not you average bloke, get to know
big [?] just to match my coat
two tap, i can get cutthroat
do it like john wick, skeng out the coat
do you wanna drive the boat?
drive the boat, got a skeng that will sink the boat
don’t mention gun lean, go ride for your homies kidney
anyting can get bun ‘cept pickney
head-top mad and my index itchy
can’t stay still to fidgey and gone mad and my wrist to diggy
heard that [?] too frigey
bad boy w-lly turn any gyal silly

[outro]
who’s these yutes from west?
chatting my name better say it with chest
lemme tell you one thing that’s funny

- buni smg

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