This is a song about "Bun buns"

He found this ample time to touch her bun,

Dub a.l.e., such a son of a gun

I'm back up in this bitch with a bitch i call her cinna bun

Telling me shutup, i’m leaving youthe reason you ain’t even got one

Your fucking mouth and listen to what im talking about because my life is like a

Cause i'mma put a bun in the oven if i don't put my dick in a coma

Im way too hot so many run, the rest get cooked n served like dennys buns.

Until then, my feet planted on the ground, shadowboxing my conscience

Be beside, lord, just give the right to desire or admire such

Why haven't you fled, run! your fat #buns gonna be part of my #mac's lunch

But it wasnt worth it cause now im gettin stared down by guys who wanna fuck my buns,

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