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Real Boston Richey – Bubba Man Lyrics

Read the lyrics to “Bubba Man” by Real Boston Richey.

Real Boston Richey Bubba Man cover art
Genre Hip hop

Bubba Man Lyrics


Can’t say I’m the man, bitch, I’m the Bubba Man
I don’t love a bitch, I only got love for the China Man
Emilio Pucci scarf wrapped ’round my head just like the Taliban
I told my hitter I’ma keep his pocket full, just keep that cutter sprayin’
I told that bitch, this shit here on the floor, I ain’t yo’ other man
And yo’ pussy good, but I’ma keep on cheatin’, you don’t understand
All these choices that I got, why the fuck I’ma be yo’ man?
You don’t understand, bitch, I’ma pay to fuck on you and yo’ friend
I keep on buyin’ these whips, Geo say, “You need to go buy some land”
I was just trappin’ Bubba, none of this rappin’ shit weren’t even my plans
Posted up in that dugout, out there trappin’ nicks of weed and sand
I got that type of money that make a faithful bitch go leave her man
I got that type of money I fuck her raw, she want me to leave it in
She wanted to get an abortion,had to shoot a bitch a couple grand
I treat my bitches right, fuck ’em good, and then I tuck ’em in
I don’t got to drop a song again, I’m still gettin’ them Bubbas in

Hm, the Bubba Man, bitch, I’m the Bubba Man
I don’t got to make a song again, I’m gettin’ them Bubbas in
Hm, the Bubba Man, nigga, I’m the Bubba Man
I don’t love a bitch, but I got love for the China man
Bubba Man, bitch, I’m the Bubba Man
I can’t hang with shooters, rather go hang with my Bubba friends
Bubba Man, bitch, I’m the Bubba Man
I could beat yo’ ticket, you just gotta tell me what you payin’

And, uh, I need a Vert, the sun was comin’ in
If you trappin’ Bubba and you from Florida, then you bumpin’ this
Hit that dope, I whip up FIJI water, the fiends love this shit
Train my young nigga to swing that cutter, I got handy mans
I be on that pimpin’ shit, ’cause, baby, I’m a lady’s man
Niggas can’t even afford to buy a Benz, how you gonna spin a bend?
They do what I say so, Boston, he that fuckin’ man (Uh-huh)
Give me Peso, bitch, I need a hundred bands

Hm, the Bubba Man, bitch, I’m the Bubba Man
I don’t got to make a song again, I’m gettin’ them Bubbas in
Hm, the Bubba Man, nigga, I’m the Bubba Man
I don’t love a bitch, but I got love for the China man
Bubba Man, bitch, I’m the Bubba Man
I can’t hang with shooters, rather go hang with my Bubba friends
Bubba Man, bitch, I’m the Bubba Man
I could beat yo’ ticket, you just gotta tell me what you payin’

Uh, I don’t hang with shooters, nigga, I rather hang with my Bubba friends

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