Bun B. For President

Uh-uh

Ha! Yeah

N*gga, aye

Yeah, uh



Below that mason dixon my residence, dirty South Confederate

Aye, we should hold elections, I say Bun B for president

He represent them real n*ggas

TX to ATL, to NC, yeah them Ville n*ggas

Them Trill n*ggas



Chill n*gga it's that rider sh*t

My bottom b*tch say "I'm not a b*tch, boy I got a b*tch"

I keep her ass in Prada sh*t, these rappers counterfeit

I probably train n*ggas, yeah this that teach you how to sh*t

I'm bout this sh*t, my minds a glock, my mouths the clip

My words is bullets, I'm bout to spit

I leave you leakin', you lay in peace as if the streets a couch and sh*t

You see me on my bouncing sh*t, watch out I put you out this sh*t

Man I'm making so much money, gotta pay somebody to count this sh*t

Probably gonna make my accountant sick

Boy I'm higher than the mountains get

These new n*ggas ain't talkin bout nothing

Cause it's obvious they ain't been around this sh*t

So they bound to split where they go down, profound with these pronouns

Ladies loving J. Cole now so you better not bring your hoe round



You know the residence, dirty south confederate

Ate we should hold elections, I say Bun B for president!

He represent them real n*ggas

TX to ATL, to NC, yeah them Ville n*ggas

Them Trill n*ggas

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