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bummy buster - fresh off the boat lyrics

gang [x3]
ayy charles you a fool for this one
b-mmy buster in this b-tch

pull up in the club in my blackberry’s
out the cut b-tch i’m very scary
motherf-cker it’s a drought so i told your b-tch to open mouth
and you know that b-tch got drink so i but her on the bench
and she french then i’m fried
man i’m so d-mn high
i couldn’t open my eyes then i dropped out of school
told them n-gg-‘s that i died
now you wonder why i’m fried
you try to get on me but you really just lost your mind
think it’s your time but it could really be up
n-gg-‘s went blind because i’m glo’d all up
head to toe and i’m aiming at your torso
f-ck the jay free mar last time i seen broke
we were smoking dro out his car
shinning like some stars
getting the near row
and b-tch i ain’t your hero
we smash on your bros
and f-ck on they hoes
if they ain’t got pretty toe
then you get them out your door

i don’t play go hit ’em up and then k.o
f-ck n-gg- got smoke b-tch i’ve been fuego
smoking h-lla puck puck watch you heard loud pack
went through that now i made maniac
white timb’s buddy i’m all dressed up in designer
b-tch you can’t f-ck with me

b-mmy buster [x4]
b-tch i’m b-mmy buster

b-mmy buster the man with them bands on my hands
got em majesty that copped with fifty (in the club) xan’s
chopped up 50 whales on your man
when he jumping that fence
bobby got clap back at the spot
stand against my block do not play

we smoking strong, just left canada
now i’m hotboxing the (small)
see you the first time in america
first time in your motherf-cking area

b-tch call me steve o smoking on the end dope
thought you can’t see me cause i’m f-cking out though
can’t see me, said it twice on the tv
john cena and karina sucking my d-ck
her name is katrina
hurricane kris on the blunt while i’m smoking it
your b-tch can’t stop chocking d-ck
yeah you know i’m getting it, money b-tch yeah ain’t shit funny b-tch
i’m b-mmy b-tch got this shit on my
b-tch come (x2)
hear me come b-tch, see me come b-tch (suck my f-cking d-ck)
y’all already know, thirty round clip on my hip
god d-mn rubber bands, i can’t stand your math
but you gonna get k!lled, pop like a f-cking pill
then i’m gonna get him the chills
when i’m at his funeral, f-ck his mother
then i came out with his daughter
bobby just kidding b-tch
i’m just kidding b-tch
me im a pussy pug b-tch
i’m just kidding b-tch

oh god d-mn (uhh)
suck my d-ck, b-tch

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