Lyrics King Louie – B.O.N.
Text:
Verse 1:
Feel like a chopper, bitch, cause I’m bussin’
My bitches related, they kissin’ cousins
My nina be on it, that bitch ain’t for nothing
I’m bout to come back, right now, I’m strapped
Thirty and forty, t-shirt a shorty
Designer and schemes, my wrist on beam
Hundreds on hundreds, M.U.B.U. abundant
Foreigns back to back, haters have asthma attacks
Pull up, pump a nigga, call it a asthma attack
That 40 gon’ always spit, it think it know how to rap
I don’t do battle rap, tell ’em to battle that
Hook:
Pull up, my roof missing, boy, I’ll get you missing
Bein’ broke as a joke, that’s mission impossible
Got hitters to kill a nigga, the streets really feel a nigga
I’m sorry I fucked yo’ bitch, but she really dig a nigga
Louie, he B.O.N., bitch, I’m a big ol’ nigga
Hope I don’t catch a body, ride with my double trigger
I don’t like the nigga, fonem pop the nigga
No time to fight the nigga, fonem pop the nigga
Verse 2:
Talking broke is foreign, my teeth cost a foreign
Yo’ bitch on the horn, tryna shoot a porn
Bitch, I got these bands, bitch, I got these racks
A couple of my niggas, bitch, you gon’ do dicks
Make more guap than teachers, I come with a preacher
If you ain’t talkin’ money, I don’t wanna meet ya
I just want one night, I don’t wanna keep her
I get a lot of bucks, broke is not popular
Quit with that talking stuff, boy, fore we pop you up
Shoot down a goofy clown, hit him with 2-3 rounds
Pull up with cameras out, like we shoot movies now
Hook
Album
King Louie – Tony
