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 slut
What? And now you car shot up
Beefing ’bout a b**h with a glued on butt
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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