Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Right Now, artist - Bun B. Album song Trill O.G., in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 02.08.2010
Record label: Rap-A-Lot
Song language: English
Right Now |
UHH, she got the whole, world, in her jaws |
when she feel it tighten up, don’t stop and don’t pause |
I got the whole, game, in my head |
Don’t fuck for recreation but I’m good in the bed (good in the bed) |
Tony Snow, I keep big blow (blow!) |
My homeboy gal wanna fuck me on the low (low!) |
But I don’t wanna 'less she goin out on the grind |
Check-in with the choosin fee and I’ma knock her from be-hiiiind (knock her |
from be-hiiiind) |
I make a bitch bleed to black |
wit a certified knot and a platinum cock |
The pimpin didn’t stop, even when the bids died |
We just kept on gettin high, puttin dick up in they eye |
Dick up in they ears (ears), dick up in they nose (nose) |
Ass, pussy, mouth, I’m fin' ta fuck in every hole (hole) |
Put it between they titties and between they toes |
That’s how a gushy gush out when ya bitch get chose |
You know, and I know, we need to geeeeeet riiiiiiight |
I’ma call you, and i’m comin through after miiiiiid-niiiiight |
So be ready, to get sweaty, speed up or sloooooow dooooown |
You want it, get up on it, it’s 'bout to goooooo dooooown right now |
Eternally thug nigga, Hilfiger made by Tommy |
So when I speak, hope to reach my boricua mamis |
Oh, come to papi, I love it when it’s wet and sloppy |
In and out the mouthpiece until I cum, no one can stop me |
My bump and grind’ll do ya everytime |
Come get a blast of this thug passion that’ll blow your mind — hey! |
Throw up yo' legs, wrap them shits around my back |
It’s a Westside thang fuckin hoes around the map |
Walkin down 125 while I’m peepin down hotties |
and they, seduce my jimmy, out and screamin, «Gimme body!» |
Make 'em all scream my name out, gimme my props |
And don’t cha, love how this THUG nigga, be at the cot |
I’m at the Rican Parade, I’m watchin caramel bitches play |
Get with real niggaz, bullshit’ll never get you paid |
This is the DREAM of a young black teen |
I fiend for hoes cross country like a greedy crack fiend, now c’mon! |
Look here shawty, lemme tell you what the game is (game is) |
And while I’m at it, lemme tell you what my name is (What?) |
Bun Beeda, big D up in my drawls |
When I pull out my piece, it make the girls all pause |
Y’allz, niggaz, better recognize |
when ya bitch choose me, shouldn’t come as a surprise (nope) |
Knew she was a freak, I could see it in her eyes (yep) |
And I’ma bring it out her when I get between her thighs |
God-damn~! |
That’s what you call a home-run |
I knock it out the park when I give her a long one (a long one) |
It’s on, I’m ready, it’s strong, it’s steady |
First I’ma, give it some bacon and beat up the belly |
When the sheets start shippin and the bed starts rockin |
and the headboard’s bangin, playa don’t come knockin |
It’s a grown folks party, we don’t need no kids |
and I ain’t tryna blow you up, but gurl yo' pussy the sheeeeit! |
Bun Beeda, Pimp C, 2Pac and me |
S-O, N-G, Z |
Bun Beeda, Pimp C, 2Pac and me |
S-O, N-G, Z |