Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Who Need A "B", artist - Bun B. Album song Trill (Amended), in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 14.08.2013
Record label: Rap-A-Lot
Song language: English
Who Need A "B" |
Yo smoke sumthin bitch, yo yo yo |
Its pimp c from tha trill and sittin on tha Grill |
Me and bun smokn on tha reff all yall bitches |
Need to fix yall weve, 'cause who need a b do ya see? |
(Pimp C Talking) |
Its «Bun b», «Z-Ro», «Young Jeezy», «Slick Pulla», «Hype d» and «Pimp c» |
in tha place to be. |
Texas stand up and throw up ya cup |
(Z-Ro Chorus) |
Yo its texas, ridin on tha dirty got tha grill on tha lexus |
Dont f**k with us, nigga we bust yo ass up, throw up ya cup |
And say … |
Who need a b when ya can open ya eyes and see |
Who need a b when ya can open ya eyes and see |
(Young Jezzy Verse 2) |
Yo its tha snowman with all tha snowhoe |
Open da door, smack a hoe and shut tha door, hit tha floor |
Who need a B when i rap and trap in ATL, i can even do this in texas |
Like pimp c said we all got the Lexus with tha grill, we camme to kill |
So when bun come to town we got tha trill |
(Slick Pulla on Chorus) |
Yo its texas, ridin on tha dirty got tha grill on tha lexus |
Dont f**k with us, nigga we bust yo ass up, throw up ya cup |
And say … |
Who need a b when ya can open ya eyes and see |
Who need a b when ya can open ya eyes and see |
(Bun b Verse 3) |
Yo its bun, got tha gun lock n load |
Head to tha boat and i take ya coat |
Hey girl i wanna do is see that … |
Lemme murk that till ya got a hurt back |
Show ya where tha crib at. |
got that kryptonite |
We can see my hoe andu have a girl fight so look at me |
And say… |
(Hype D on Chorus) |
Yo its texas, ridin on tha dirty got tha grill on tha lexus |
Dont f**k with us, nigga we bust yo ass up, throw up ya cup |
And say … |
Who need a b when ya can open ya eyes and see |
Who need a b when ya can open ya eyes and see |
(Slick Pulla + Z-Ro Talking} |
Yo we had bun b, pimp c, now we got tha world famous… |
(Hype-D Verse 4) |
Yo i can rap in Atl, i can put it in a basket |
And ship it to alaska nigga im tha best ya heard what i said |
Its Hype-D, R.o.c, and texas in this bitch i came from tha trill |
Born to kill and got a killa grill, They call me Hype to tha d |
Dont ya see? |
i gotta have me a hoe tippin on 4's lambroghini doors |
Slick floors with sum killa hoes, im tha best say no mo, Sippin on rum |
Girl i wanna make u cum, so all my hoes that in tha house im bout to dig |
Up in that blouse come to my mansion not my house deep up in tha purple |
Haze clouds where tha doulja grows, where tha trees grow, where u see bucnh |
of hoes where ya see flamin hoes, ya its H town in tha game and |
Tha south is bout to take ya fame «damn!» |
ya i know how ya fill so take ya pill |
and calm tha f**k down, 'cause when i come to ya town you know what went down |
man i shut shit down i KILL yo ass and put you in tha dog pound nigga i pull |
tha trigga and deal with tha figgaz i can rap i can trap i can od it all hey |
hoe suck on my balls 'cause when i rep tha trill ya be killed on tha floor and |
hype tha man i ain’t got no fans but im bout to get em so hit on em and spit on |
em 'cause Its Hype d roc in tha place to b!!! |