Mustard - Mr. Big Bank Budda lyrics
[Mustard - Mr. Big Bank Budda lyrics]
Seal popper, Mr big Bank Uchie Face
Fresh up out the tempo and
Threw Budda on my jewelry
Stinc nina, head bopper, the spring cleaner
Four thick in a foreign
I'm bringing the street sweeper
Four Seasons, your bitch is a meat eater
Mud walking, plug talking
I was told I need Jesus
Don’t believe them Mr tEC-9, MCM bag
I'm worth too many bands to
Be tied to a straggler
Drakeo ain't got work for us
Nah you be tattling and every song I get on
Make the beat go rattleing
And if you want beef with us just
Make sure you can handle that
Niggas got me nervous
Got me grippin' where the handle at
Silly ass girl
Sweetheart where your manners at?
Carry big guns, big guns, they go rat tat tat
Seal popper, I don’t play
Boy still need my medicine
Young nigga, but to these boys I'm a veteran
Known to take
I should be housed up at Kettering
Silly billy really want to try
Me for my pieces bullets bodying for pints
Yeah bitch it's that easy
This is fat means greasy
Stevie it can get sleazy
Believe me, my young niggas is heathens
Demons
Boy do you really want to see me? think not
Know it’s getting ugly
Niggas asking for the re-rock
Piss test felon, I'ma have to take a detox
Mr big Bank Budda, Mr big Bank Budda, Mr, Mr
Mr big Bank Budda, Mr big Bank Budda, Mr, Mr
Mr big Bank Budda, Mr big Bank Budda, Mr, Mr
Mr big Bank Budda, Mr big Bank Budda, Mr, Mr
Mr big Bank Budda
Mr hooligan, the mud sipper
Kick my foot in the air just
To show my blood drippin'
High fashion, every scene is a closed casket
And tricks are for kids for
You silly jack rabbit's
Pocket rocket, Johnny Rocket, keep it on me
Scars on my face, nickname me Tony Tony
Mr mosely, stand close but don’t clone me
Big ass forty but they don’t think
I keep it on me
Surely, these young niggas is foolies
Keep rocks and stones for
Anybody I think guilty
Play laser tag with niggas ten
And think they bullies
Now a thousand frowns and nigga my
Song was just a clear key
Now it's news reporters and jewels
And source for the nuisance
Now it's beads and chains
The J's be thinkin' I'm Buddas
Now it's news reporters and jewels
And source for the nuisance
Now it's beads and chains
The J's be thinkin' I'm Buddas
Mr big Bank Budda, Mr big Bank Budda, Mr, Mr
Mr big Bank Budda, Mr big Bank Budda, Mr, Mr
Mr big Bank Budda, Mr big Bank Budda, Mr, Mr
Mr big Bank Budda, Mr big Bank Budda, Mr, Mr
Mr big Bank Budda
Carry big guns, big guns, they go rat tat tat
Seal popper, boy I don’t play
I need my medicine boy I need my medicine
Carry big guns, big guns, they go rat tat tat
Mr big Bank Budda, Mr big Bank Budda, Mr, Mr
Mr big Bank Budda, Mr big Bank Budda, Mr, Mr
Mr big Bank Budda, Mr big Bank Budda, Mr, Mr
Mr big Bank Budda, Mr big Bank Budda, Mr, Mr
Mr big Bank Budda
Fresh up out the tempo and
Threw Budda on my jewelry
Stinc nina, head bopper, the spring cleaner
Four thick in a foreign
I'm bringing the street sweeper
Four Seasons, your bitch is a meat eater
Mud walking, plug talking
I was told I need Jesus
Don’t believe them Mr tEC-9, MCM bag
I'm worth too many bands to
Be tied to a straggler
Drakeo ain't got work for us
Nah you be tattling and every song I get on
Make the beat go rattleing
And if you want beef with us just
Make sure you can handle that
Niggas got me nervous
Got me grippin' where the handle at
Silly ass girl
Sweetheart where your manners at?
Carry big guns, big guns, they go rat tat tat
Seal popper, I don’t play
Boy still need my medicine
Young nigga, but to these boys I'm a veteran
Known to take
I should be housed up at Kettering
Silly billy really want to try
Me for my pieces bullets bodying for pints
Yeah bitch it's that easy
This is fat means greasy
Stevie it can get sleazy
Believe me, my young niggas is heathens
Demons
Boy do you really want to see me? think not
Know it’s getting ugly
Niggas asking for the re-rock
Piss test felon, I'ma have to take a detox
Mr big Bank Budda, Mr big Bank Budda, Mr, Mr
Mr big Bank Budda, Mr big Bank Budda, Mr, Mr
Mr big Bank Budda, Mr big Bank Budda, Mr, Mr
Mr big Bank Budda, Mr big Bank Budda, Mr, Mr
Mr big Bank Budda
Mr hooligan, the mud sipper
Kick my foot in the air just
To show my blood drippin'
High fashion, every scene is a closed casket
And tricks are for kids for
You silly jack rabbit's
Pocket rocket, Johnny Rocket, keep it on me
Scars on my face, nickname me Tony Tony
Mr mosely, stand close but don’t clone me
Big ass forty but they don’t think
I keep it on me
Surely, these young niggas is foolies
Keep rocks and stones for
Anybody I think guilty
Play laser tag with niggas ten
And think they bullies
Now a thousand frowns and nigga my
Song was just a clear key
Now it's news reporters and jewels
And source for the nuisance
Now it's beads and chains
The J's be thinkin' I'm Buddas
Now it's news reporters and jewels
And source for the nuisance
Now it's beads and chains
The J's be thinkin' I'm Buddas
Mr big Bank Budda, Mr big Bank Budda, Mr, Mr
Mr big Bank Budda, Mr big Bank Budda, Mr, Mr
Mr big Bank Budda, Mr big Bank Budda, Mr, Mr
Mr big Bank Budda, Mr big Bank Budda, Mr, Mr
Mr big Bank Budda
Carry big guns, big guns, they go rat tat tat
Seal popper, boy I don’t play
I need my medicine boy I need my medicine
Carry big guns, big guns, they go rat tat tat
Mr big Bank Budda, Mr big Bank Budda, Mr, Mr
Mr big Bank Budda, Mr big Bank Budda, Mr, Mr
Mr big Bank Budda, Mr big Bank Budda, Mr, Mr
Mr big Bank Budda, Mr big Bank Budda, Mr, Mr
Mr big Bank Budda