Gucci Mane - Bussin Juugs lyrics

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Gucci Mane - Bussin Juugs lyrics

First thing's first man let's get some understood I'm a street n***a straight up out the hood I remember the first day I met the plug When I came back to the city bussin juugs Tell the jack boys I wish a n***a would On the real my n***a we been gambling good I got a 40 purple dog up in the club I'm obsessed with sipping lean and smoking bud My mama say the neighbors think I'm selling d** I told my mama chill and then gave her a dub I turnt the stove on then gave mama a hug Now when these n***as re-up, they re-up with us Jug, you're just another damn jug b**h don't even know it, she done met the damn plug Jug, and I jug so good b**h don't even know it, she can leave the damn hood Jug, jug, jug, jug, jug, jug Jug, jug, jug, jug, jug, jug b**h don't even know it, she done met the damn plug Man a n***a said tripping in the wrong damn hood Call a n***a 'cause when he shoulda said blood Hood n***a know that he gotta show love Pull up to the club spend a whole damn dub Hey, it's your god damn move You arguing about a b**h and she's a god damn s*ut What? And now you car shot up Beefing 'bout a b**h with a glued on bu*t Hey, you tryna act all tough Got them hunduns in my pockets Stamped in God we trust Stupid waves no brush, she's screaming How he cookin' dope and he ain't using no fork Hei, you're just another damn jug b**h don't even know it, she done met the damn plug Jug, and I jug so good b**h don't even know it, she can leave the damn hood Jug, jug, jug, jug, jug, jug Jug, jug, jug, jug, jug, jug b**h don't even know it, she done met the damn plug 1991 When I first start jugging Wouldn't make a profit till I first start cooking I'm standing on the crest like the boulder crest bully Call your plug and tell that n***a that that Gucci Mane took it If you lock me up I'm gonna get out and start back juging Sun valley apartments and the neighbors keep looking Gave a nick to my uncle and I told him how was it Gla** house, straight drop, yeah he loved it Got a stash house, a scrap house, my trap house bunkin' Flashback, I damn near had to bust my cousin Playing f**ing games with the Gucci man money Jugs, jugs, jugs, jugs, jugs hope these jugs keep coming Jug, you're just another damn jug b**h don't even know it, she done met the damn plug Jug, and I jug so good b**h don't even know it, she can leave the damn hood Jug, jug, jug, jug, jug, jug Jug, jug, jug, jug, jug, jug b**h don't even know it, she done met the damn pluge

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