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Real Boston Richey - Bubba Man (Official Music Video)
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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Real Boston Richey
Real Boston Richey
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jalen Foster
Jalen Foster
Songwriter
Carlos Walker
Carlos Walker
Songwriter
Richard Sims
Richard Sims
Songwriter
Cory Way
Cory Way
Songwriter
Broderick Thompson-Smith
Broderick Thompson-Smith
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Heem Beatz
Heem Beatz
Mastering Engineer
Hurtboy AG
Hurtboy AG
Producer

Letras

Taliban Uh, uh, uh Can't say I'm the man, I'm the Bubba man I don't love a, I only got love for the China man Emilio Pucci scarf wrapped 'round my head just like a Taliban I told my youngin Imma keep his pockets full, just keep that cutter sprayin' I told that, "This shit here on the floor, I ain't your other man And your good, but I'ma keep on cheatin', you don't understand All these choices that I got, why the f- I'ma be your man? You don't understand, Imma pay to on you and your friend" I keep on buyin' these whips, Geo say, "You need to go buy some land" I was just trappin' Bubba, none of this rappin' s- wasn't even my plans Posted up in the dugout, out there trappin' nicks of weed and sand I got that type of money that make a faithful go leave her man I got that type of monеy, I f- her raw, she want me to lеave it in She wouldn't get an abortion, had to shoot a a couple grand I treat my right, 'em good and then I tuck 'em in I don't gotta drop a song again, I'm still gettin' them Bubbas in Huh, the Bubba man, I'm the Bubba man (the Bubba man, I'm the Bubba man) I don't gotta make a song again, I'm gettin' them Bubbas in Huh, the Bubba man, I'm the Bubba man I don't love a, but I got love for the Chinaman Bubba man, I'm the Bubba man I can't hang with shooters, rather go hang with my Bubba friends Bubba man, I'm the Bubba man I could beat your ticket, you just gotta tell me what you payin' I need a 'vert, the sun was comin' in If you trappin' Bubba and you from Florida, then you bumpin' this Hit that, I whip up Fiji water, the fiends love this Pay my young to swing that cutter, I got handymen I be on that pimpin' cause, baby, I'm a ladies' man Can't even afford to buy a Benz, how you gon' spin a bin? They do what I say so, Boston, he that man Huh, give me Peso, I need a hundred bands Huh, the Bubba man, I'm the Bubba man I don't gotta make a song again, I'm gettin' them Bubbas in Huh, the Bubba man, I'm the Bubba man I don't love a, but I got love for the Chinaman Bubba man, I'm the Bubba man I can't hang with shooters, rather go hang with my Bubba friends Bubba man, I'm the Bubba man I could beat your ticket, you just gotta tell me what you payin' Uh, I don't hang with shooters I'd rather hang with my Bubba friends
Writer(s): Cory Way, Richard Wayne Jr. Sims, Broderick Thompson-smith, Carlos Walker, Aaron Gilfenbain, Jonathan Alexander Gabor, Jalen T Foster, Brandon Mitchell Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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