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Bugs
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Bugs was released on March 31, 2025 by ReignCloud as a part of the album AGGROV3LI
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Release DateMarch 31, 2025
LabelReignCloud
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Rey Morado
Rey Morado
Harmony Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Erik Ryan Tuft
Erik Ryan Tuft
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
4th-I Riddle C
4th-I Riddle C
Producer

Lyrics

Yeah, I ain't stepped out in a minute
Shawty with me pop eyes, know I got the spinach
I could die tomorrow, fuck it, I'ma spend it
Hope my lineage good, I ain't trippin' over pennies
I can't trick, I ain't you, I been truant
Blame the sticky, single flick and I buoy
They say I'm comin' up, rich statement, I ain't rich yet
I ain't shot a brick or threw a interception
I'm on my inception, plant a seed in your dome, I'ma bit reckless
Not impressed hit my plug, I gotta switch exits
I got brothers who ain't blood
Bitch, we big steppin, I crip walk on the track
Blunt in hand, I think I'm Snoop Doggy Dogg
Welcome to the war, ask me what I wanted
Only thought I want it all
Quick to hit a roach like I was goin' through withdrawal
I ain't skipped a day in a minute, I never had to pause
All you cats more Tigger, you ain't even had the clause
To fuck with us, sour face, fuck is up
I love to puff, why you trippin, what's the rush
A monster, crush big gas, stuff my blunts
I graduated, I was honor roll at rollin' slimmer
I'll gladly take it, still be stuntin' on who was hatin
No umbrella, caught in my reign, no wonder you was shady
Blood in veins bubble I need a abundance for me to sate it
This ****, want what the fuck, I'ma need some funds to say it
I told **** what was happening and they called me crazy
Just cause your word ain't shit, don't mean the game I'll play it
The fee you gotta pay it, come out your facade
Just to fuck with us, sour face, fuck is up
I love to puff, why you trippin, what's the rush
A monster, crush big gas, stuff my blunts
You can't fuck with us, sour face, fuck is up
I love to puff, why you trippin, what's the rush
A monster, crush big gas, stuff my blunts
And I ain't passin' it, ****, hell nah, ye
Thought it was a mixtape, I whip it up no Bisquik
Appetite on rabbit, gotta have it when the shit shake
I hit it with my magic stick,size size she like the shit fake
You gon' have to find out, put it in a bitch face
**** more than slick lame, lame **** all the slick same
Puffin' mid, we can't hang, don't cap on your plug
You ain't never shot shit, **** more Elmer Fudd
Written by: Erik Ryan Tuft
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