976-Bun B Songtext
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976-Bun B Songtext
Yeah, 9-7-6 Bun B
That new shit for ′92
All you niggas peep this one
Check it out
Ayo, trill was the last one, nigga, this time you better pull a gat
'Cause the dick′s hangin' low, and it's still fat
But ain′t shit wack, so you better pull a quick guard
This shit is live enough to make your mama′s dick hard
Pick up your phone and dial the southern numbers that make you trip
For live shit comin' from Bun B′s lips
And I'm givin′ hoes the sensation of a big ass nut
Gushin' out via telecommunications
9-7-6-2-8-6-2
Courtesy of Bun B, straight to motherfuckin′ you
Yo, the nigga was trill, same shit, new place
That's the hunger you roll, big butts in your face
T.A. niggas be trippin', yo, but still in the meanwhile
Your girl keeps callin′ me on motherfuckin′ redial
Now you swole 'cause your bitch runs your bill up
To catch me at the motel for big boner fill-up
She might be shit to you ′cause you give her pay, G
But pussy gets played out, and pussy comes daily
As long as your game be strong, ain't no thang
My phone always rang ′cause of the dope shit I sang
Keepin' hoes on my dick, yo, and ain′t no lettin' go
The nut keeps flyin' out, the pussy stays wet, so
I turn on my VCR, then I put a flick in
The ho starts lickin′ that dick, and pretty soon I′m stickin' that ass
Like a fool in the bed
All I can see is the top and the back of your head
It ain′t about conversation or make that hit
On the first name basis, ho, that ain't ′bout shit
Look, trick, tell me how many rubbers to pack
I hit the room from the front, the ass from the back
And, yo, it ain't about the phone call, it′s about the nuttin'
So let me bust a fat load on your belly button
See, try to spoon 'em, put a notch on your belt
And when it′s over, I don′t wanna hear how it felt
I'm just pullin′ off my rubber, takin' a bath
Gettin′ dressed to reminisce of how I cut you in half
It's all in a day of an underground fool
So dial the digits and I′m divin' in that ass like a pool
But when I get wet, bitch, I won't be drownin′
I clown on hoes and leave they pussy hole frownin′
So if you bitches wanna hear some more of this
Lock your bedroom door, trick, pick up your cordless
You can suck a mean dick, lick a good ball
And if I keep on fuckin', you′ll keep on callin'
And I′ll be playin' you when you think you′ll be playin' me
It's just pussy games with some help from AT&T
So if you need a dick to be real friendly
Dial 9-7-6-B-U-N B, bitch
That new shit for ′92
All you niggas peep this one
Check it out
Ayo, trill was the last one, nigga, this time you better pull a gat
'Cause the dick′s hangin' low, and it's still fat
But ain′t shit wack, so you better pull a quick guard
This shit is live enough to make your mama′s dick hard
Pick up your phone and dial the southern numbers that make you trip
For live shit comin' from Bun B′s lips
And I'm givin′ hoes the sensation of a big ass nut
Gushin' out via telecommunications
9-7-6-2-8-6-2
Courtesy of Bun B, straight to motherfuckin′ you
Yo, the nigga was trill, same shit, new place
That's the hunger you roll, big butts in your face
T.A. niggas be trippin', yo, but still in the meanwhile
Your girl keeps callin′ me on motherfuckin′ redial
Now you swole 'cause your bitch runs your bill up
To catch me at the motel for big boner fill-up
She might be shit to you ′cause you give her pay, G
But pussy gets played out, and pussy comes daily
As long as your game be strong, ain't no thang
My phone always rang ′cause of the dope shit I sang
Keepin' hoes on my dick, yo, and ain′t no lettin' go
The nut keeps flyin' out, the pussy stays wet, so
I turn on my VCR, then I put a flick in
The ho starts lickin′ that dick, and pretty soon I′m stickin' that ass
Like a fool in the bed
All I can see is the top and the back of your head
It ain′t about conversation or make that hit
On the first name basis, ho, that ain't ′bout shit
Look, trick, tell me how many rubbers to pack
I hit the room from the front, the ass from the back
And, yo, it ain't about the phone call, it′s about the nuttin'
So let me bust a fat load on your belly button
See, try to spoon 'em, put a notch on your belt
And when it′s over, I don′t wanna hear how it felt
I'm just pullin′ off my rubber, takin' a bath
Gettin′ dressed to reminisce of how I cut you in half
It's all in a day of an underground fool
So dial the digits and I′m divin' in that ass like a pool
But when I get wet, bitch, I won't be drownin′
I clown on hoes and leave they pussy hole frownin′
So if you bitches wanna hear some more of this
Lock your bedroom door, trick, pick up your cordless
You can suck a mean dick, lick a good ball
And if I keep on fuckin', you′ll keep on callin'
And I′ll be playin' you when you think you′ll be playin' me
It's just pussy games with some help from AT&T
So if you need a dick to be real friendly
Dial 9-7-6-B-U-N B, bitch
Writer(s): Bernard James Freeman, Bernie Bismark, Shetoro Henderson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
