Music Video
BUNS - Charlie Curtis-Beard, Carter Ace, & Naethan Apollo
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Charlie Curtis-Beard
Performer
Naethan Apollo
Performer
Carter Ace
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Charlie Curtis-Beard
Composer
Naethan Apollo
Composer
Carter Ace
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Charlie Curtis-Beard
Producer
Lyrics
Here ya go
Holy shit, look at them buns!
Dummy thick collagen
Taking my oxygen, 'til I go numb
If the booty is hollering
I'll be your audience interaction
Don't gotta be modest
'Cause you're like an ottoman full of my junk
The booty's a cutie, so do what you want
You gotta fooling, yo, everyone (look at them -)
Look at them buns, buns, buns, look at the -
Bun, buns, look at the -, look at the - (look at them -)
(Look at them) buns, buns, buns, look at the -
Bun, buns, look at the -, look at the - (look at them -)
(Look at them -)
Buns, buns, buns, buns
Bake it, shake it, like a Ricky Bobby pun
I can bring the glizzy if you eat it
Beat it like a Michael Jackson run (hee)
I got a voice that's amazing
Especially rapping with Carter and Naethan
I got Victorias, Geminis, Tauruses all going
Yea, that's model behavior
Money don't jiggle or jingle
But I got some singles that make sure the booty do work
That shit way too creamy, she Harry Houdini
She making my meat disappear when she twerk
The booty like Love Island cast, yea, yea
No one knowing how to act, yea, yea
One of these buns a hundrebd percent
The reason the son came back (look at them -)
Look at them buns, buns, buns, look at the -
Bun, buns, look at the -, look at the - (look at them -)
(Look at them) buns, buns, buns, look at the -
Bun, buns, look at the -, look at the - (look at them -)
Yeah, I want the buns, the peach, the yeeks, the yams
The rump, the cheeks, the feast, that ass
Girl, the way it moving, I could you're conceited
Girl, fuck a mattress when your ass Tempur-Pedic
My meat and your booty got beef, I'ma beat it like
"Boo boo boo, cka, cka, cka", Adonis Creed-ing it
Fingers and tounge-ing, girl, I'm double-teaming it (yes)
That girl a queen, no Bohemians (yes)
I'll go all night 'til it's tedious (yes)
Your neighbors like, "Girl, are you hearing this?
I call that chick Archimedes (why)
'Cause she got an arch that's the meanest (wow)
And you never get in your feelings
The way you filling up them jeans, you a genius
Buns (yea), buns, buns, look at the -
Bun, buns, look at the -, look at the - (look at them -)
(Look at them) buns, buns, buns, look at the -
Bun, buns, look at the -, look at the - (look at them -)
(Look at them -)
Hello, bounce, bounce, bounce
If that ass ain't wiggle, I'm sorry
That's three strikes, baby, you're out (oh, my)
Bigger or smaller, it don't even matter
Just shake it, don't care the amount, ho
I gotta problem, I think you can solve it
By dropping that ass to the ground
I wanna night on the town
Let's figure it out, I'll pay for the gas
Let's take it all to the max (max)
We don't got time to relax (nah)
I'll forget this night if I drink to fast
How am I ever gon' get that back?
Photo! Click, flash
Now I'll never forget that ass
Dummy thick collagen
Taking my oxygen, 'til I go numb
If the booty is hollering
I'll be your audience interaction
Don't gotta be modest
'Cause you're like an ottoman full of my junk
The booty's a cutie, so do what you want
You gotta fooling, yo, everyone (look at them -)
Look at them buns, buns, buns, look at the -
Bun, buns, look at the -, look at the - (look at them -)
(Look at them, hello) buns, buns, buns, look at the -
Bun, buns, look at the -, look at the - (look at them -)
(Look at them -)
Written by: Carter Ace, Charlie Curtis-Beard, Naethan Apollo
