Buns Lyrics - Riff Raff

Don't want none 

Don't want none 

Don't want none 

Unless you got buns, hon 

Don't want none 

Don't want none 

Don't want none 

Unless you got buns, hon 

I pull a red on you, hoes 

Might knock your leg off the fucking street 

Thugging no black cop on easy street 

Playboy, no, ain't nothing for free 

'97 I was hustling, 40 packs in my jam sport 

Shouldn't stop me, know I get stupid 

While we bad bitch recruiting 

When you see a young pimp saluting 

Got the mind of a shark or a hammerhead 

Fast-forward to the stacks of bread 

Y'all really know what your momma said 

Diamonds black in your vision 

Passing out, pills, no prescription 

Young, young, young ghetto farmers 

It's shining blind in my upper wrist 

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Don't want none 

Don't want none 

Don't want none 

Unless you got buns, hon 

Don't want none 

Don't want none 

Don't want none 

Unless you got buns, hon 

Easy height, diamonds in your sight 

Make her wanna fight 

Taking flight, done for half a night 

40 tabs of angel dust, camp look like savages 

Swords, barbarians, cream seats, Bavarian 

Condo in Barbados, seven shrimp egg rolls 

With the sky, tell pages, living in the majors 

Could've been your local mayor, make the wallpaper mayo 

Key with stretched mangles, break ankles at angles 

Switch game of diamonds, rearrange in Texas Rangers 

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Don't want none 

Don't want none 

Don't want none 

Unless you got buns, hon 

Don't want none 

Don't want none 

Don't want none 

Unless you got buns, hon