Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Buju Banton, artist - V9. Date of issue: 28.05.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Buju Banton |
| Ohh, Jony |
| Wyler got me goin' crazy |
| Mhmm |
| Ay, come here |
| Stepped in chingy, gang be with it |
| Get bruck up in jailhouse visits |
| V9 sickened, and wicked |
| I’ll fuck up man’s missus |
| For the gang, for the crew |
| I’ll pop up the cut like boo |
| See this wap, it’s insane |
| Slap on nine, go slap again |
| Hit man’s head, brain |
| I’ll fuck up man’s fade |
| See this shank, it’s cray |
| Bankai, my bae |
| Watch it do the splits on your mans |
| Get conned, feel like damn |
| Trip up, watch the mash go mad |
| If I lack I’ma do the dash |
| Pause, I come right back |
| Slap him and try ching man’s cap |
| I’m tapped 'cause I back my chat |
| How many man have I chinged? |
| Them man just chat |
| Only stabbing they do is on tracks |
| 9 gang full of savs |
| They see gang and dash, call 'em Flash |
| I just sing like Buju Banton |
| One shot to the chest, you’re done |
| Come, rev it up and just dump |
| Don’t be dumb |
| This guns dumber, it goes nuts |
| What’s the fuss? |
| Pull up, leave him red like a bus |
| I just sing like Buju Banton |
| One shot to the chest, you’re done |
| Come, rev it up and just dump |
| Don’t be dumb |
| This guns dumber, it goes nuts |
| What’s the fuss? |
| Pull up, leave him red like a bus |
| Runnin' man down, don’t fidget |
| Hit him, now he’s spinnin' |
| Who ain’t with it? |
| Sit down 'cause you must be kiddin' |
| Ching man down, I’m too vicious |
| Slap this wap like it’s bitchin' |
| How many man turned victim? |
| But do shit on the net, it’s wicked |
| I ain’t trippin |
| Get 'round, they’re tryna ching and whip it |
| Kick it, bill it |
| Delicious, television |
| Turn man off, television |
| Rinse it like, this shit |
| Main road, back road, there’s no difference |
| Still get man gone for the mission |
| How many man go swimmin'? |
| Get up and cancel their mission |
| Tapped out, a bunch of bitches |
| Tap this gun now he’s missin' |
| Shotgun kickin' and hissin' |
| It’s kissin' when I ping it |
| Who’s that slippin'? |
| Catch up and honour this drillin' |
| I just sing like Buju Banton |
| One shot to the chest, you’re done |
| Come, rev it up and just dump |
| Don’t be dumb |
| This guns dumber, it goes nuts |
| What’s the fuss? |
| Pull up, leave him red like a bus |
| I just sing like Buju Banton |
| One shot to the chest, you’re done |
| Come, rev it up and just dump |
| Don’t be dumb |
| This guns dumber, it goes nuts |
| What’s the fuss? |
| Pull up, leave him red like a bus |
| Ohh, Jony |
| Wyler got me goin' crazy |