Bushido Brown Lyrics – Sumo Sleek
Singer: Sumo Sleek
Title: Bushido Brown
Verse
What now ?
Kicking sh#t down like bushido brown
Im big headed like im oscar proud
Put it deeper she yellin out “Ow !”
Got da gas i ain’t smokin no mild
Pullin nuggets up outta da ounce
I be high like yao ming with some bounce
Pull up f#ck it up and i be out
b#tch i walk in the spot like i own it
I kill a beat and i send my condolence
You won’t find me round no rat or no rodent
Got a temper im tryna control it…
I be adding my money a sum
Thumbin thru hunnids i got a blue thumb
Slick wit da talk put the stick to ya gum
She already here but im makin her c#m
I pour me some red i ain’t sippin no rum
Ain’t sold bricks but i been havin guns
Tunnel vision no distract from the Funds
But girl when im done wе can have us some fun..hmmm..yuhhh
f#ck it up….she drippin wеt when i touch it
Had the pack but i sold out in Publix
We can go head to head no concussion
Im puttin in work and might never discuss it
My dawg sent the pack through the air like its luggage
I need Wok or tek boy dont gimme no tussin
My skin color black, for da paper im russian
And i thank the lord for the blessin
Ima slide for mine no second guessin
Do the dash i be whippin aggressive
Hit the strip get the drip from no question
HOOK
Bushido brown
I got that Kumite style
Pull up im laying sh#t down
She wanna kick it i tell her not now
I got a whole lotta money to count
b#tch ima king i just ain’t got a crown
Oh…You wanna fwm now
First you was hatin that sh#t ain’t allowed
Hot box the whip turn the car to a cloud
VERSE
Who im f#cking i do not announce
Im not hard to spot in a crowd
You say you a boss…how?
You not even a boss in yo house
The only time im leaving out…
If its over a certain amount..
Ima pree like a tiger then pounce
I make hits they be down for the count
f#ck allat talkin lets see what you bout
Lets make it a movie whenever we out
Pullin money right outta da trap
Pull a 40 right outta the couch
Said she read the 48 laws
And its still hard figure me out
Everything straight over here
Even though a n#gg# slouch
Bread on my mind and im thinking out loud
I give her the dick and i leave and she pout
I hit the highway with high speed and a smile
I slide with a glick and it sound like a snare
In the game and im not playing fair
Im like a steak, baby im rare
I turn the kush into air
They be like who is that n#gg# right there
HOOK
Bushido brown
I got that Kumite style
Pull up im laying sh#t down
She wanna kick it i tell her not now
I got a whole lotta money to count
b#tch ima king i just ain’t got a crown
Oh…You wanna fwm now
First you was hatin that sh#t ain’t allowed
Hot box the whip turn the car to a cloud
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