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Yukmouth - Tryna Bubble lyrics
Yeah, from Benz's, big houses, mansions, big shit huh Sitting on dubs, ha ha, we bout to bubble My nigga Ready Wear Motherfuckin Gamblaz Nigga 2001, 2001 Here we come, here we come [Verse 1] I was ripping on the track from the start of the beat Grab the microphone and tell you about a part of the street Were thugs roam in drug zones just waitin to bubble If you paper hatin' then you get your face in a puddle Mumble words to the birds like a bitch There's so much money to get But ain't no one around me rich We work the hood and shit payin' dues makin' hits Then we ride to the block sellin' tapes and discs If we don't make dollars it don't make sense I'm high off the weed smoke so you could say I'm blitzed Only a bitch I'll fill a fist from where I spit But it's all real shit so you either like it or ya pissed If you don't tell Then nigga this ain't nottin newer It's just a nineteen nighty five rumor I'm in your head like a tumor Yo, I'm high tech like a computer Screw you like a tutor You ain't a pistol shooter on the streets So why you doing all this actin' on the beat Heard you want my crew dead cuz we was training on your freak Just a nigga know to buckle when the game was only deep You's a in-a-house nigga on the street Once a week [Chorus] We bout to bubble We touch money, we stash jars Spend a little bit on some trees and fast cars Like Jaguars Got the ice to throw on the chain If you broke then you fucked in the game nigga We bout to bubble We bout to bubble big body Benzeses And haters be like ooh look at those rims of his Got a love for this rap But it's easy to touch coke Any block can supply this dope [Verse 2] Open up shop We drop some chrome pony's on a Stang I held and took my last breathe progress and hope to change Rock the hottest chains But never cross the game I pack and load a strap for cats that go against the grain We move weight like trains And stay on all ten toes We take losses in the game But thats just how things go For nigga pimpin want scratch back from all ten hoes Not just half I lead this life so I got the right to brag Never had to run drag the coolest cat on the block And never had to say a word cuz I was foolish wit glocks I didn't panic if I didn't get off at least half of my rocks I lash at the cops And never cut in half of my stocks All the haters pray and hope the floss and flashing will stop The magnum or not You outta line we crashin' your spot When it comes to rap I do it for the six figures The Source said I tend to bring it worse than six Jigga's Divide the players with the stock exchange Yelling for rocks and chains Diamond rings Rather sell them for the petty pocket change Fucked around and missed out So got the gats and pits out Put hits out, he ran cuz we probably just turned his bitch out [Chorus] We bout to bubble We touch money, we stash jars Spend a little bit on some trees and fast cars Like Jaguars Got the ice to throw on the chain If you broke then you fucked in the game nigga We bout to bubble We bout to bubble big body Benzes And haters be like ooh look at those rims of his Got a love for this rap But it's easy to touch coke Any block can supply this dope [Verse 3] We bout to bubble now y'all When the trouble for tryin to test the Gamblaz So protect your chest wit the vocal vest Were nottin' to be fuckin' around wit We all rally and quick to attack for bit thousands I want the money now Fuck a check, show me the bills That's on the real Man I'm from the field where they shoot to kill at You talk noise bitch and you need to kill it I'm from the home where the killas hold steal at You need to feel that I'm on a quest for lavish livin' in greenbucks In our state show me where the g's that us know love Hustlin' drugs we got the legal dope It's a struggle but still we about to bubble [Chorus] We bout to bubble We touch money, we stash jars Spend a little bit on some trees and fast cars Like Jaguars Got the ice to throw on the chain If you broke then you fucked in the game nigga We bout to bubble We bout to bubble big body Benzes And haters be like ooh look at those rims of his Got a love for this rap But it's easy to touch coke Any block can supply this dope |
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