I’m Com’n lyrics

by

Bun B


[Intro: B.G.]
Boy, picture me comin', shining my motherf*ckin' ass off

n*gga I'm comin' in a Ram on 19's
I don't want for nothin', livin' the million dollar dream
All of a sudden, n*ggas wanna do me in
Don't make me get disgusted, or over your head is 10
Me and Baby shinin', on 750 C.B.R.'s
Going to the best western with n*ggas in two cars
Tomorrow hoes gotta go, cause me and B flyin' back to Tennessee
Tryin to see bout some cheese
They got n*ggas ballin', but they don't even wanna
Get out the projects, and buy a house on Washatona
Fresh gotta Burben, pearl white with T.V.'s
My clique ain't hurtin', haul to the bank First N.B.C
Juve gotta a Beamer, blue and black with 17's
B Expedition shoppin', he just ordered 23's
It's all gravy, this life I'm livin', I'm lovin'
Young, straight thuggin', watch out for my clique cause we comin'

[Chorus 1: B.G.]
I'm comin', draped in diamonds, you blind homes
I'm comin', bout gettin' my f*ckin shine on
I'm comin', draped in diamonds, you blind homes
I'm comin', bout gettin' my f*ckin shine on
[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
In all black, ready to get a n*gga for some yay
Playin with heavy weight, I'ma intercept your day
Don't hesitate, better play it cool, shipe
I'm up the big two, shipe, go by the rule, shipe
Drop everything where you stand n*gga
Give it all up, like a man n*gga
You workin' with somethin', n*gga bring me to the house
Respect my mind, or get your brains knocked out
I come for the cheese, 25 G's, remain on your knees
Or I'll be forced to release, freeze
I make a n*gga break down like a bucket
n*gga what, you ain't gonna what, hold up, *gun c*cks* up it
Who fallin' now, loga, tell me that
Who ballin' now, broadas, flat necks
Spread it on down, with ya issue I be stunnin'
n*gga lay it down, I'm comin'

[Chorus 2: Lil Wayne]
I'm comin', you better watch what you do n*gga
n*gga I'm comin', you ballin' it's on you n*gga
I'm comin', you better watch what you do n*gga
n*gga I'm comin', you ballin', it's on you n*gga

[Verse 3: Bun B]
From a penny, to a nickel, to a dime, and a quarter
If a any n*gga fickel-f*ck with mine, then he oughta
Get his wife, son, and daughter funeral plans in order
Cause I'ma slaughter his bloodline till it's thinner than water
Went from captain Save-A-Ho, to Captain Kirk, to Captain Kangaroo
But you ain't got no army captain, so who is you a danger to
Nobody hang with you, slang with you, bang with you
Spend change with you, or do no kind of gangsta thangs with you
I'm on your heels and ain't no lettin' up
So if you hit the ground, b*tch ain't no gettin' up
n*ggas start the bettin' up
Put your last dime on me, your credit line on me
Ask n*ggy D.D., you gon win every time on me
That ain't no lyin' on me, that's on my momma
All my n*ggas locked up and dead, behind all that f*ckin drama
Wassup to Big Tymers, producers, groupies, b*tches, and rap rhymers
Big Bun comin' like di*ks and vaginas
[Chorus 3: Bun B]
I'm comin', just when you n*ggas least expected
I'm comin', so have your whole body protected
I'm comin', strong armin' your whole clique b*tch
I'm comin', so wipe the c*m up off my di*k b*tch

[Verse 4: Turk]
I got more weight then them n*ggas up state
My name, Raymon D., I'm the n*gga with the yay
I'm from the projects, 42 dollar rent, I'm ballin'
Stackin ends, taller then tall, could never catch me fallin'
Ride slow, shine like diamonds, twinkle like gold
The young n*gga, f*ckin all you old n*ggas hoes
When I come, I come with it, I don't rep
Playa haters wanna kill me, march n*ggas, step
Yeah I got it, f*ck them n*ggas, I ain't hidin' it
Hot boy with hot toys, hangin' in the closest
Ready to be fire, drama, I'm bout that
Chopper with 50 shots, n*gga I pack gats
My set be on fire, hotter then the sunny
Want a package, meet me at the spot, n*gga I'm comin'

[Chorus 4: Turk]
I'm comin', with the coke, let me though n*gga
I'm comin', playa hate me, you get removed n*gga
I'm comin', with the coke, let me though n*gga
I'm comin', playa hate me, you get removed n*gga
[Verse 5: Juvenile]
Stop at the gas station and put 30 in the tank
Pockets kinda low, I hit the curb to the bank
Just thinkin' bout this b*tch ass n*gga, that's disrespectin'
No question, wootay bit the hand that done fed him
My n*gga Doug told me, "Man ride with them choppers"
My n*gga Baby told me, " man don't stop for no poppers"
Know that a b*tch will get you crossed in a minute
Know that they gonna put it off till they get it
I had a bad b*tch with big ass, until she was top of the line
So she stayed in Chanell fits
She ran with some made n*ggas, so she was a made b*tch
However you wanna do it, it's all on you how she played it
She worked for Hot Boys, and I was the chairmen
Complication, just give me the Franklins
You can take it like a man or a b*tch
Best to get the f*ck or you wanna get flipped

[Chorus 5: Juvenile]
I'm comin', better watch what you do n*gga
I'm comin', you gotta get it, you gotta do n*gga
I'm comin', Juvenile is comin' through n*gga
I'm comin', I'ma knock your brains in your shoes n*gga
I'm comin', better watch what you do n*gga
I'm comin', Juvenile is comin' through n*gga
I'm comin', I'ma knock your brains in your shoes n*gga
I'm comin', better watch what you do n*gga
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