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big homiie g - plain bussdown lyrics

[intro]
big g the biggest, woah
self made, self paid, n+gga, you already know what’s poppin’ (phil g, this mug hard)
woah, woah

[verse 1]
came in this b+tch by myself (self), i never asked no help from y’all (nah)
i started with pennies, now i’m ballin’ (ball), watch me stack it tall (ball)
he played gangster in his songs (ho), but we know that ain’t you at all (nah)
my favorite gun the chopper one (bah, bah), i’ma squeeze until you fall (bah)
i keep havin’ flashbacks (boom), the day he died, i missed his call (d+mn)
i get high as f+ck thinkin’ ’bout you, starin’ at the wall (woah)
why these n+ggas keep speakin’ on watt? they must be the law (law)
catch you out of bounds with that fire, make a n+ggas pause
i can’t wait ’til they free a, until thеn, free my dog
i just made bout thirty k off the dice yеsterday (woah)
i can tell when n+ggas p+ssy, they can’t look me in my face (p+ssy)
i done ran it up, three bank accounts, i got that sh+t in chase (boom)
i can pull a hundred k out any day
pick a day (bah), she wanna leave, can’t make her stay
i can’t chase a b+tch anyway (nah)
got her until she find her way
got n+ggas mad i’m out the way (woah)
got n+ggas from my hood wanna sl!ck beef, but they don’t know where i stay (no)

[chorus]
went plain jane on my wrist today, yesterday bussed it down (woah)
she keep callin’ with an attitude, want me to buss her down (ugh)
chokin’ off this gumbo in my section, lil’ bro, don’t smoke me down (nah)
i think they want four hundred a zip, four thousand a pound (d+mn)
went plain jane on my wrist today, yesterday bussed it down (woah)
she keep callin’ with an attitude, want me to buss her down (ugh)
chokin’ off this gumbo in my section, lil’ bro, don’t smoke me down
i think they want four hundred a zip, four thousand a pound (d+mn)
[verse 2]
you can’t tell these n+ggas nothin’ (nah), they get in their feelings too much
she like, “g, you always gone, why the f+ck you busy so much?” (bye)
poppa was a rollin’ stone (d+mn)
wherever i p+ss, my home
jasponk can’t leave that drink alone
i’m strapped, don’t know what n+ggas on (no)
he reach, he get his mind blown (baow)
put his ass in a song (woah)
put his ass in this gumbo blunt, the one i’m smokin’ on
the streets been waitin’ on me to drop (drop), they like i took too long
got caught up doin’ too many shows, f+ckin’ on random hoes (ugh)

- big homiie g lyrics

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