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Bubba Wallace Video (MV)




Performed By: BlueBucksClan
Language: English
Length: 2:17
Written by: Jaylar Abram, Deon Hawkins




BlueBucksClan - Bubba Wallace Lyrics
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Big Maybach, this bitch limo tinted
I got bitches everywhere, I don't got city limits
I take niggas' bitches all the time, yeah, at any given
I'm gon' end up getting it from your friend if you ain't tryna give it
Drive this bitch like Bubba Wallace, push it to the limit
I keep all my bitches in they place and they mind they business
Yeah, I shoot at niggas' hoes and hit a high percentage
I've been shopping for some hours while my driver's sittin
This shit gotta be illegal how these diamonds hit
I used to want a gang of shit, remember I couldn't get it
Fighting for them cup of noodles, memory had to split it
Remember it being low on gas, riding on a bad transmission
With the hoes, I'm tired of shaking all these niggas' hands
Keep twisting till I bust like a biscuit can
I done stood up on more tables than Vince McMahon
I done jumped up in this 22, feel like Larry Nance
Her best friend looking better finna next this bitch
Damn, I bought your first designer bag and this the thanks I get
Carl Thomas, wish I never met this bitch
What we blue today, will add up all them f*cking checks he get
I get fresh as hell, it's a couple steps to this
Floor seats they cheating, got into it with the ref & shit
She ain't happy with her man, know, I'm next to hit
I'll never feed you spam, we a sexy fish
Niggas calling, begging me for help, why I answer this
These hoes always get on me they self, you harass the bitch
She gon' chew me like some winter fresh, she a nasty bitch
Wake the chef up out of sleep, I don't eat Denny's
Niggas telling on they friends, niggas B Micky
It's a lot of niggas' hoes, can't be seen with me
I keep dozing off on poed , too much lean in me
I make Stanley come outside, I got machines with me
Yeah, I feel like baby boy when he got beans with him
Told her I ain't been shit this whole time, what you seen in me
Still left her, yet, she cared and believed in me
All of them SIs in your chain, you from Mississippi
Hit my first famous bitch and I start getting picky
I got more hoes at my shows, yeah, then pretty ricky
I can make your life easy if you listen to me
Thousand dollar forces, yeah, it say Tiffany on them
Girls night, it be me and strictly bitches only
You ain't talk about no money, you ain't got shit to show me
I hit first night, bitches never get to know me
All these niggas on the net blocking, niggas act like goalies
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Big Maybach, this bitch limo tinted
I got bitches everywhere, I don't got city limits
I take niggas' bitches all the time, yeah, at any given
I'm gon' end up getting it from your friend if you ain't tryna give it
Drive this bitch like Bubba Wallace, push it to the limit
I keep all my bitches in they place and they mind they business
Yeah, I shoot at niggas' hoes and hit a high percentage
I've been shopping for some hours while my driver's sittin
This shit gotta be illegal how these diamonds hit
I used to want a gang of shit, remember I couldn't get it
Fighting for them cup of noodles, memory had to split it
Remember it being low on gas, riding on a bad transmission
With the hoes, I'm tired of shaking all these niggas' hands
Keep twisting till I bust like a biscuit can
I done stood up on more tables than Vince McMahon
I done jumped up in this 22, feel like Larry Nance
Her best friend looking better finna next this bitch
Damn, I bought your first designer bag and this the thanks I get
Carl Thomas, wish I never met this bitch
What we blue today, will add up all them f*cking checks he get
I get fresh as hell, it's a couple steps to this
Floor seats they cheating, got into it with the ref & shit
She ain't happy with her man, know, I'm next to hit
I'll never feed you spam, we a sexy fish
Niggas calling, begging me for help, why I answer this
These hoes always get on me they self, you harass the bitch
She gon' chew me like some winter fresh, she a nasty bitch
Wake the chef up out of sleep, I don't eat Denny's
Niggas telling on they friends, niggas B Micky
It's a lot of niggas' hoes, can't be seen with me
I keep dozing off on poed , too much lean in me
I make Stanley come outside, I got machines with me
Yeah, I feel like baby boy when he got beans with him
Told her I ain't been shit this whole time, what you seen in me
Still left her, yet, she cared and believed in me
All of them SIs in your chain, you from Mississippi
Hit my first famous bitch and I start getting picky
I got more hoes at my shows, yeah, then pretty ricky
I can make your life easy if you listen to me
Thousand dollar forces, yeah, it say Tiffany on them
Girls night, it be me and strictly bitches only
You ain't talk about no money, you ain't got shit to show me
I hit first night, bitches never get to know me
All these niggas on the net blocking, niggas act like goalies
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Writer: Jaylar Abram, Deon Hawkins
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