Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Buni X Fumez the Engineer - Plugged In , by - Buni. Release date: 24.09.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Buni X Fumez the Engineer - Plugged In |
| Brr, Plugged In with Fumez, ay, ya mean? |
| Luther, essex guy |
| Less with eye, bye |
| Brr, yo, yo-yaout, yo-yaout |
| If they post up where they at |
| We gon' pull up right where they at (Pull up) |
| Grab them hammers and let them slap |
| Racka-tat-tat on anyone’s cap (Brr) |
| Burk out, we brr off, blam on my yings |
| And my hand, I’m swingin' on my hand (Swing it) |
| Wrapped up with a evil plan |
| Don’t push man and get evil, fam |
| Don’t push man and get evil, knievel |
| Racka-tat-tat for you and your people (Brr) |
| Tell bro «Cool,» you don’t wanna get recalled |
| Don’t worry bro, got suttin' more evil |
| Fuck gyal good, and she wants a sequel |
| Let the ting rock and roll, no Beatles |
| I’m a bad man, no part of me feeble |
| Cut your tree down, fuck you and your people |
| Fuck you and them |
| EBK, we don’t mix and blend |
| Got a bussy with a bussy skeng (Buss it) |
| Get to bussin' then I buss again (Buss it) |
| Can’t get you, get your friend again (Mhm) |
| When we spin once, we spin again (Spin it) |
| Again and again, that’s everyday, I’m smokin' your friend |
| 14, all now’s full yingin' |
| The only difference, the Blit-B zingin' |
| Mash get fillin', there ain’t no chillin' |
| Racked up villians, still won drillins' (Brr) |
| You must be kiddin' |
| The opps get yingin' and they scream like women |
| When he get packed, I’m personally billin' (Mhm) |
| When I catch man, now, I’m personally killin' |
| Ain’t no Batman, more like the Joker |
| You can get hit with a smoker, mad man |
| Shout out my driver, chauffeur |
| Dap man over and under shoulder (Dap him up, dap him up) |
| Real gun man and I fling my shoulder |
| Aim for the chest, not lower |
| Let the ting ridi-di-ding, no blower (Brr) |
| Pocket rocket, Coca-Cola |
| Ay, two hands on a mash when I grip that |
| Press that, corn gonna land on your head back (Hit him) |
| Corn gonna land on your head back |
| Tek that, put that G into getback (Getback) |
| Don’t fling with a gun, man fetch that |
| Wet that, bun man’s spliff then kick back (Bun him) |
| Kick back, kick back |
| Big .44 got the maddest kick back |
| I’m mad in the head, come test me (Mad) |
| I will pull up and leave shit messy (Cray) |
| I swing and I ying with technique |
| Hold that steady and tun man reggie |
| I’m mad in the head, come test me (Mad) |
| I will pull up and leave shit messy (Cray) |
| I swing and I ying with technique |
| Hold that steady and tun man reggie |
| If they post up where they at |
| We gon' pull up right where they at |
| Grab them hammers and let them slap |
| Racka-tat-tat on anyone’s cap |
| Burk out, we brr off, blam on my yings |
| And my hand, I’m swingin' on my hand |
| Wrapped up with a evil plan |
| Don’t push man and get evil, fam |
| Ain’t no good (Fumez The Engineer), boy |