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bus 16 - door lyrics

[verse 1: ml2]
same ol’ sh-t, same studio
back seat in the whip because i can’t drive
36 hours in the mix working overtime
stretching like a [?] hip
smooth with the sax and the beats pretty funky
a junky for rap while your bars sounding musty
trust me, catch me at the top while your flunking
i’m chilling by the lakes, while the rest down in ‘tucky

[verse 2: luca serrano]
i’m a man of my word
i don’t talk sh-t, i leave the water to burn
i came with a work, ay yo my [?]
concerning my sk!ll, improving my k!ll count
i’m the chill to your winter
i’m a worth piece of work, got the keys in my hand
hey b-tch, you better keep count
arch with my words, and careful with my rhymes
i’m a need a syllable recount
i’m a new wave rapper, a new sh-t talker
stole the candy from the store, ate it from the wrapper
i’m clean while you a scr-pper

[verse 3: ml2]
burning through the base
little trick you can’t catch me
a full count strikeout
cause b-tch i’m pitching leftie

[verse 4: luca serrano]
it’s the duo you can’t touch
trust me
we make it work
keeping the workload hefty

[verse 5: ml2]
b-tch, we like a raven
with a plastic bottle noose
i [?] you to the pulp
and make you into beetlejuice

[verse 6: luca serrano]
gonna murder this
put the wayne in the bruce
wave a white flag
i ain’t talking no truce

[verse 7: ml2]
yo, loaded to the tip
tech nine looking chunky
i smoked you so fast
even luca got the munchies

[verse 8: luca serrano]
sell weed and get drunk
while you still cheap
we not making money
but we k!ll with a clean sweep

[verse 9: ml2]
tipping over ships
and i’m causing oil spills
giving peta [?]
and turning green like chlorophyll

[verse 10: luca serrano]
we mean what we write
and we aren’t steady fronting
p-ss off the mic
maybe you should tell them something

[verse 11: ml2]
well, i never been to h-ll or to a cell
but if your teams against the bus
you better check your personnel
load in the sh-ll and then we buck like tony snell
have your family waking up to 16 church bells
repping bus 1-6 better bring the noise
have you flipped head to tail like abe lincoln on coins
your whole d-mn clique like [?]
i ain’t talking no joy, your set’s g-yer than the remy boyz
keep the underground loaded tight making heavy boys
bus going out with a bang, that’s confetti toys
shaking at the knees, sweating heavy, that’s some weak joints
regret taking shots, h-ll no, we got 3 points
sleeping on the team, you 6 deep in the box
oh you thought you had her cuffed, well we’re picking the locks
out at first base, [?] like sox
lucky [?] 44 like fox
looking like a feather when your whole team flocks
but you bit on the bait, we up with poles on the dock

[verse 12: luca serrano]
got you mad, called you out, caught lacking
got you in the hot seat, now you back tracking
a man called me sh-t but i ain’t fazed
at the end of the day i’m straight, not fazed
you been talking sh-t and i hit back
not saying i run sh-t, [?] with the facts
i speak my mind, write rhyme, get racks
spazzing without, the panic attack
i see through your bluff, and straight to your flaws
i would -ssume your name already lost
double down, cool down, i’m the boss
double down, cool down, i’m the boss

[verse 13: ml2]
b-tch, i’m back, but i bet you never guessed it
i’m taking down the crown playing chess, so check it
you no life f-g picked the wrong clan to mess with
off your whack sh-t, can’t hear you leave a message
sipping on a sprite, kiddy c-cktail on ice
my flow is blind as the night, better turn on the brights
if a thot comes to slice she getting played like dice
who you think i am ho, i don’t want genital lice
yo, the whole d-mn bus is an opposite breed
and if you dissing us you probably can’t read
i ate to take a shot at your low self-esteem
but we just wrecked your whole team, headshot, quad feed

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