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976-Bun B


Ugk Lyrics

 

976-Bun B Lyrics

976-Bun B by Ugk


[Phone being dialed] [Rings]

[Bun B]
Yeah, 976-Bun B
That new sh*t for ninety-two
All you niggaz peep this one
Check it out
Aiyyo, 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 sh*t whack so you better pull a quick guard
This sh*t is live enough to make your MOMMA'S dick hard
(C'mon!) Pick up ya phone and dial the 7 numbers that makes ya trip
For live sh*t comin from Bun B's lips
And I'm givin hoes the sensation of a big-ass nut
Gushin out, be in tele-cum-munications
Nine-seven-six, two-eight-six-two
Courtesy of Bun B, straight to motherf**kin you
Yo, the nigga was trill, same sh*t, new place
[?] [?], then bust in your face
Yeah niggaz be trippin yo, but still in the meanwhile
Your girl keeps callin me on motherf**kin redial
Now you're swoll cause your b**ch runs your bill up
You catch me at the mo-tee, Bun big bone a fill' up
She might be sh*t to you, cause dude give her pay G
But pussy get 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 sh*t I sang
Keepin hoes on my dick yo, and ain't no lettin go
The net keeps flyin out, the pussy stays wet so
I turn on my VCR then I put a flick in
The hoe 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 back of your head
It ain't about conversation or make that hit
On a first name basis hoe that ain't bout sh*t!
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, this about the nut'n
So let me bust a fat load on your bellybutton
See, quiet storm done 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 ya in half
It's all in the day of an Underground fool
So dial the digits and I'm divin in that ass like a pool
But when I get wet b**ch, I won't be drownin
I clown on hoes to leave their pussyhole frownin
Or if you b**ches 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 f**kin, 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 nine-seven-six, B-U-N-B, b**ch!

[phone being dialed] [busy signal to fade]



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