letra de i'm buggin - jay critch
[intro]
m-m-money
jay critch, hood fav
i think these stupid n-ggas thought it was over
yo get 12, i think these stupid n-ggas thought it was over yo, aye, hey
[chorus]
i really got on some boss sh-t, i swear that these little n-ggas is runners
move through the streets real cautious, he try to play then we putting him under
had a good day at the office, trap is still open and it’s doing numbers
ballin’ i feel like the number one stunna
f-ck it i’m wildin’ out for the whole summer
shorty a baddie and she got a bankroll, f-ck it i’m wildin’ hit that with no rubber
he try to pull me but i had that thang on, f-ck it i’m wildin’ dip under covers
f-ck it i’m wildin’ that money gon dump em’
f-ck it i’m wildin’ that money gon dump em’
f-ck it i’m wildin’ they ducking no trouble
i hate to be the one to burst your bubble
[verse]
let me tell you how i grew in a jungle
when i was young, always wanted to hustle
downtown looking like it’s royal rumble
make n-ggas run dmc, no russell
i’m in the back of the benz smoking truffles
whole book bag full of chips like ruffles
in the book bag got a clip like, (boom)
n-ggas ain’t worried bout no little scuffle
like i ain’t get this sh-t all off the muscle
it’s 30 gang, got the brains in the muscle
he called the police so we ain’t gonna touch you
she said i’m lame, b-tch i ain’t wanna touch you
young n-gga had to get used to the bag
n-gga got rich i ain’t even have a mixtape
n-gga got rich i was only 18, couldn’t even go in the club get sh-tfaced
diamonds they drunk and they dance, yeah sh-tfaced
can’t bring the tool, we got in with the switchblades
brodie got hot in the hood, had to switch states
n-gga i ain’t rapping, i’m just talking ’bout life
worry bout m’s, n-ggas worried bout ice
when you getting cheese, better worry ’bout mice
and i’m in the v thinking ’bout my guys
i’m in lv getting way too fly
n-ggas in between trying to play both sides
but they know a n-gga having real mob ties
how you with the gang if you ain’t gon ride
can’t f-ck with him cause he ain’t on time
big bucks n-gga, i remember them dimes
i’m with a baddie she asking my sign
i’m blowing up, i ain’t wasting no time
world war sh-t like it’s vietnam
[chorus]
i really got on some boss sh-t, i swear that these little n-ggas is runners
move through the streets real cautious, he try to play then we putting him under
had a good day at the office, trap is still open and it’s doing numbers
ballin’ i feel like the number one stunna
f-ck it i’m wildin’ out for the whole summer
shorty a baddie and she got a bankroll, f-ck it i’m wildin’ hit that with no rubber
he try to pull me but i had that thang on, f-ck it i’m wildin’ dip under covers
f-ck it i’m wildin’ that money gon dump em’
f-ck it i’m wildin’ that money gon dump em’
f-ck it i’m wildin’ they ducking no trouble
i hate to be the one to burst your bubble
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