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borleone - bussin scams lyrics

[intro]
borleone
yeah, yeah
drill lord sh-t
you know how the f-ck we bomin’, n-gg-

[chorus]
i’m bustin’ scams on the phone, i’m like, “yes, ma’am”
hit my line, text my phone if you need them grams
in the trap, b-tch, i’m known to play with pots and pans
auntie hit that dope, she like, “ho, godd-mn” (hey auntie)
b-tch, i’m on the block, serving in my d-mn vans
12 watch the block so i’m serving underhand
trap with my glock, see an opp, he dead man
keep them ben franklins with me, i need rubber bands

[verse]
b-tches lookin’ for the love, b-tch, it’s not me
i be posted where the k!llers and the felons be
and i’m true to the game like my og
sippin’ purple, sippin’ red, drink promethazine
serve out the bag, that’s contraband
whippin’ that dope with my left hand
servin’ them j’s all this dope, man
catchin’ the pack from the postman
you a b-m, you just like your old man
i trap out the four, i’m the dope man
you pourin’ that lean, pour a four, man
i run through the a with the pole, man
these n-gg-s, they hatin’, get slimed
these n-gg-s ain’t real, they hate in disguise
i’m shootin’ at n-gg-s, they dyin’
i call up lil goon, you know he gon’ ride
i pop me a perc’ and i pour up a line
don’t f-ck with the xans, i’m high in the sky
i ride with a glock and it stay by my side
you run up on me, you won’t run, you gon’ fire

- borleone lyrics

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