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Young T & Bugsey
Young T & Bugsey
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ra'chard Shakur Tucker
Ra'chard Shakur Tucker
Songwriter
Adedoyin Julius-Adewuyi
Adedoyin Julius-Adewuyi
Songwriter

Texty

[Verse 1]
Straight face, no banter
Coolin' with the crooks and trap stars
Independent women I pamper
Rosé bubblin'
Black Bottle boys just bopped in
And you know your girl is an option, ha ha
Green light, when you're ready, baby, gimme gimme some
Why you mad? She ain't give you, give you none?
Green light, when you're ready, baby, gimme gimme some
Why you mad? She ain't give you, give you none?
[Verse 2]
Yeah, it's a jiggy-pop-collar boy, love-the-dollar, boy
Baby, holla boy, I can bring a lady joy
Who I'm bringin' home, we can choose it by the coin
Just a baby boy, baby mo' think of baby boy
If you're gonna do it, then just do it properly
We use real money when we play Monopoly
You can make a list, we can do a lot of things
Somebody ask these broke **** why they hoverin' (Why?)
Yeah, nine outta ten outta times she's in the whip (Whip)
Nine outta ten outta times it is your bitch (Yeah)
Baby, I'm just good with the words, I got a gift (Yeah)
Ballin' is a full-time job, I'm on the shift
We all know that I'm the realest on
And, to be honest, I ain't feelin' 'em
If they don't see it, then there's nothing wrong
I ain't hating, ****, movin' on
Baby, baby, make it biggie-bomb, get your jiggy on
[Verse 3]
Straight face, no banter
Coolin' with the crooks and trap stars
Independent women I pamper
Rosé bubblin'
Black Bottle boys just bopped in
And you know your girl is an option, ha ha
Green light, when you're ready, baby, gimme gimme some
Why you mad? She ain't give you, give you none?
Green light, when you're ready, baby, gimme gimme some
Why you mad? She ain't give you, give you none?
[Verse 4]
All I did was shoot threes, got my jump-shot money
In the 5 doin' trees with my dance-off money
All that mean muggin' really don't mean nothin'
I'ma put a price on your head if it means something
All my brothers real, all my **** they still thuggin'
Are you in the field? You ain't, man, you ain't T's cousin
****, I'm a king in the Middle East, right by the River Trent
Fuck what a **** said, Black Bottle president
Listen, man, I got it covered
I put diamonds on the fingers of my brothers' mothers
They my mother like my brother's mother
Problem solver, I could never bust a undercover
Real proper, big popper
Playin' with those honeys, never stayin' with those honeys
Diamonds couldn't fit up in my grilly, I'm too grubby
If a **** do me dirty, I'ma do him dotty
Gyallie in my city call me 5-Star, buddy
[Verse 5]
Straight face, no banter
Coolin' with the crooks and trap stars
Independent women I pamper
Rosé bubblin'
Black Bottle boys just bopped in
And you know your girl is an option, ha ha
Green light, when you're ready, baby, gimme gimme some
Why you mad? She ain't give you, give you none?
Green light, when you're ready, baby, gimme gimme some
Why you mad? She ain't give you, give you none?
[Verse 6]
Straight face, no banter
Coolin' with the crooks and trap stars
Independent women I pamper
Rosé bubblin'
Black Bottle boys just bopped in
And you know your girl is an option, ha ha
Green light, when you're ready, baby, gimme gimme some
Why you mad? She ain't give you, give you none?
Green light, when you're ready, baby, gimme gimme some
Why you mad? She ain't give you, give you none?
Written by: Adedoyin Julius-Adewuyi, Jevon Daniel Ellis, Ra'chard Shakur Tucker
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