Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Gulag, artist - Buni. Date of issue: 21.05.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Gulag |
| Beats by Yamaica Productions, baby |
| Cruuuud |
| Maaaah |
| Woo-shuuuu |
| Ay, ay, ay |
| Biggz The Engineer, baby |
| Ay |
| He got boxed in the face like bitch (Bitch) |
| He got bun in the tum like bitch (Bitch) |
| You backed that wap and you didn’t do shit (Mhm) |
| My old friends getting put in a spliff (No) |
| Take my name off your crusty lips |
| I might just dick down your auntie quick (Get friggy) |
| Slap this wap, everyone dismiss |
| You made who what? |
| Stop smoking on shit (Some bitch) |
| Who’s these yutes from West? |
| Chatting my name better say it with chest (Dumb bitch) |
| Better go shout-out Wade for a vest |
| I’m tryna leave holes in tummy and chest (Boy) |
| I don’t know who you’re trying to impress |
| So don’t get your head smashed in like Rex (Like Rack5) |
| Don’t sleep and eat bricks, that’s dead |
| Laugh out loud, that’s a AP flex (That's funny) |
| You can say what you want 'bout Buni |
| But trust me no one’s got down Buni (No) |
| And no one’s chased down Buni (No) |
| And no man can violate Buni (No) |
| Lemme tell you one thing that’s funny |
| Corn, corn got slapped in tummies |
| Hunch, I got corn for you and your cuzzy |
| You’re gonna hold more than corn in your tummy (Bullet) |
| Hunch shoulda stepped and ride for his cous' |
| Oh shit, when his cous' got bun (Oh shit) |
| Oh shit, that’s another one, now whose cuz can’t bop for fun? |
| (He can’t walk) |
| I woulda told AP «suck your mum» |
| But laugh out loud, he ain’t got no mum (No mummy) |
| Gunshot ting for any mum’s son |
| Yo ***** go pray and protect your son, yo (Bullet) |
| Who’s these yutes from West? |
| Chatting my name, better say it with chest |
| Lemme tell you one thing that’s funny |
| Corn, corn got slapped in tummies |
| Corn, corn got slapped in tummies |
| No talk, no verbing, trust me it’s certain |
| Really tryna close man’s curtains (Shut down) |
| Another opps I’m burning, trust me I’m lurking |
| Doing way more than hurting (Bullet) |
| I wanna bludclart shirt 'em, kill that vermin |
| Soon bump heads in person (Mhm) |
| This swing, you ain’t firming, it’s concerning |
| They ain’t rid since that purging (He didn’t) |
| On the 8 mans looking for opps (Mhm) |
| On the B mans looking for opps (Mhm) |
| Likkle man got put in a coff' |
| Cough, fast food ain’t good for the opps |
| Ay, ay, ay, spin that block, lurk and pop |
| Put your whole face on a top |
| Try run get shot, can’t miss this shot |
| And I pray that that prick just dropped (Bullet) |
| Bun man like toast, let’s rock and roll |
| Two step like Tommy and Ghost (Mhm) |
| Not your average bloke, get to know |
| Big dizz just to match my coat (It does) |
| Two tap, I can get cut-throat |
| Do it like John Wick, skeng out the coat |
| Would you wanna drive the boat? |
| Drive the boat, got a skeng that will sink a boat (Mhm) |
| Don’t mention gun lean, go ride for your homie’s kidney (Bullet, bullet) |
| Anything can get bun 'cept pickney |
| Head-top mad and my index itchy (Mhm) |
| Can’t stay still too fidgey |
| Hand gone mad and my wrist too diggy (Ching, ching) |
| Heard that ***** too frigey |
| Bad boy willy turn any gyal silly, yo (Bad bwoy) |
| Who’s these yutes from West? |
| Chatting my name better say it with chest (Woo-shuuuu) |
| Lemme tell you one thing that’s funny |