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letra de bun b sip - vincent, the owl

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[verse 1]
colt 45, no horse shoes, treat
life like lauren hill 2 hours late to her
shows, but more booze,, venues that still book us
read our tour riders like poor dudes, bouta risk it

all for hip hop, operate with liquor gang,
showing all the kids that it’s hip to sip hops, be on
snapchat six o clock in the morning we pouring brews
.like here’s my contribution to rap, important news

.shady made me a baby alien, this
slow sh-ts just me dumbin down cuz the 10% of
real rap fans that’s still around play me daily and the
ladies say he’s guapo diablo, shouts to every

dame he in, b-lls staying deflated like he
patriot but 10 times greater hated than brady is, the
jesus of my 8 feet radius just tryna make these
athiests believe in what i’m sayin’, sh-t maybe it’s the

liquor talk,, they pick apart what i say, like “you ain’t
playing to no crowd that’s under eighteen”, baby sh-t
.when half the kids i see be vaping weed, lately it’s been
great seeing all my dreams 86’d, like

drunk piece of sh-t, the same country that people
think trump be legit don’t bump me, i’m sick,
f-ck me i must be the ugliest kid, when you
see me on the street quick punch me, then i

[chorus]
take a bun b sip,, wake up in the front seat, front t–th chipped show up to the
function puncture ear drums once the beers done we dip, bout a ton deep, it’s p
i double s o w l be the clique,, be the
ones with a blunt squeeze gripped, looking like some junkies, dumb cheese lit,

take a bun b sip,, wake up in the front seat, front t–th chipped show up to the
function puncture ear drums once the beers done we dip, bout a ton deep, it’s p
i double s o w l be the clique,, be the
ones with a blunt squeeze gripped, looking like some junkies, dumb cheese lit,

[bridge]
id be lying if i wasn’t in this game just to hold cheese
.and buy a bunch of owl chains for my homies
.here’s my plan, what i dream of when i go sleep
.get famous, live dangerous, then od

.get famous, live dangerous, then od
.get famous, live dangerous, then od
.here’s my plan, what i dream of when i go sleep
.get famous, live dangerous, then od

[verse 2]
going out like cobains my whole thang, i’m sure momma
nir-vanas got verb kinda feelin’ like kurt momma
came along way from drinking milk up out my squirt baba
soon as you’re beneath the dirt, wala, there is no pain, blood

flowing out my cold brain, from close range, a smirk kinda
burnt up on my stone face, rotate birth chrono-
locically rewind me back when i was being burped mama
now i burn esophagus with vodka mixed with herb lala

going out like cobains my whole thang, i’m sure momma
nir-vanas got verb kinda feelin’ like kurt momma
came along way from drinking milk up out my squirt baba
soon as you’re beneath the dirt, wala, there is no pain, blood

flowing out my cold brain, from close range, a smirk kinda
burnt up on my stone face, rotate birth chrono-
locically rewind me back when i was being burped mama
now i burn esophagus with vodka mixed with herb lala

bun b sip

- vincent the owl

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