King Louie - B.O.N lyrics

B.O.N, B.O.N, B.O.N I feel like a chooper, b**h cuz I'm busing My b**hes real lady, they can say causes My nina e on it, b**h ain't for nothing I make 'em say something, see Leo it's open I'm not to come back, wine up then shut Thirty avoid him, T-shirt of sorty Design on his sk**s, mine are so big Bard us your hinest, booodo on part us Force back to back, haters are exmatras Pull up, pump a n***a, hang with that That forty can always split but thinking I know how to rap I don't do battle that, tell 'em to battel that Pull up my rufness while I get you humans Being broke, that's not a joke, that's mission impossible Got hitters how k** a n***a sponsored links These streets really feeling n***a I'm sorry I f**ed your b**h but she really dig here n***a b**h I'mma a big old n***a Hold on, I catch your body run with my double treagor I don't like the n***a, for that plug you n***a Don't try to fight a n***a, get a fight you n***a Boom boom, talking brockest form My T cause a form Your b**h on the horn try to shut upon b**h I got this banz b**h I got this rights A couple of my n***as, b**h you gonna do this Drown, thay don't know we're the teachers I come with appreciate, Amin If you ain't talking money I don't wanna met you I just want one night, I don't wanna keep her Ray by the doppers, I use to have a beeper Bugging a lot of bucks, broke is not popular What with that talking stuff What if we poop you up? Shut on the glufy thug, hitter with two three rounds Pull up with cameras on, like we shut movies now Pull up my roofless while I get humans Being broke, that's not a joke, that's mission impossible Got hitters how k** a n***a These streets really feeling n***a I'm sorry I f**ed your b**h but she really dig here n***a b**h I'mma a big old n***a Hold on, I catch your body run with my double treagor I don't like the n***a, for that plug you n***a Don't try to fight a n***a, get a fight you n***a B.o.n, B.O.N