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slime and bait - huncho bug lyrics

i jump in that field, i ain’t look back
salute h*a*m every day on the big map
we hit state to state f*ck a get back, talkin’ that sh*t all day, need a tic*tac
now let’s keep it real, i ain’t never had sh*t, i don’t got a cap, i ain’t front for sh*t
i’m back in that mode dope hole full of bricks big body cat trunk load full of sticks

i’m back getting pape she wanna f*ck me, we shoot from a dist, then got up three
i see how you look, but don’t touch me, whippin’ the vet all day, servin’ coke fiens
describin’ the pain, that sh*t hunt me, f*ck bout the label, them boy won’t front me
yeah f*ck bout the critics, won’t taunt me, really got money all day, ain’t no stuntin

i spent h*lla money on drugs, now for real, i spend me like 200 on love
since a lil’ n*gga, baby, i was havin’ ain’t too much, f*ck bout a b*tch and a dub
y’all ain’t never work the block all day, serve some bowls then bring out the heat to the club
but hold on, lil’ b*tch, you know huncho a dog, you move in the city with cubs

comin’ up, showin’ no love, went on a hit, i ain’t have no gloves
i walk in the mall, b*tch, payin’ for hugs, just leave me alone, i’m high off the drugs
we closin’ that case by that drink, i never seen a opp post up at the bank
these n*ggas some b*tches, they ain’t never had rank, this real life sh*t, sn*tch the food off your plate

that lil’ n*gga fell for the bait, we got on his ass, got him hoppin’ the gate
i’m doin’ the sh*t that these f*ck n*ggas hate, five more years, i’ll be considered a great
his ass got hit in the face, he playin’ that role, he got hit where he stayed
this n*gga a b*tch, he act like a ho, on my mama, lil’ n*gga, we slimed the bait
i’m workin’ on me, it’s worth the wait, i’m up in the yo, stayin’ super late
i’m chasin’ my dreams, not in the way, i don’t wanna get off, i’m keepin’ it straight
he got hit in his back, tryna go on a date, just before ten, we told him be safe
got hit at eleven, tryna come through that gate, slimed the b*tch, n*gga, slimed the bait

i jumped in that field i ain’t look back, salute, h*a*m every day on the big map
we hit state to state, f*ck a get back, talkin’ that sh*t all day, need a tic*tac
now let’s keep it real, i ain’t never had sh*t, i don’t got a cap, i ain’t frontin’ for sh*t
i’m back in that mode dope hole full of bricks, big body cat trunk, load full of sticks

i’m back getting pape she want f*ck me, we shoot from a dist then got up three
i see how you look, boy don’t touch me, whippin’ the vet all servin’ coke fiens
describin’ the pain, that sh*t hunt me, f*ck about the label, them boys won’t front me
yeah f*ck about the critics, won’t taunt me really got money all day ain’t no stuntin

- huncho bug lyrics

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