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isaiah rashad - from the garden (og) lyrics

[intro]
ladies and gentleman, you see it?
ever
ever, one

[verse 1: isaiah rashad]
came out bustin’, came out puffin’, came out f+ckin’ on your cousin
i do all these floozies worser than they daddy, but you love her
you in trouble, i’m lil sunny, i’m gon’ barbecue with satan
that’s yo’ benzy? it ain’t sh+t, i went shoppin’, left it runnin’
check my hunnids, check my onion, we watch cable at my auntie’s
’cause my papa wasn’t trappin’, but my uncle up to somethin’
mister magic, billy batson, mister magic, billy batson
miss me with that local, hatin’ on a n+gga, get it crackin’
i’m not surprised, i’m on the rise, been a lil’ ride, wet as my eyes
spare me the lie, just hold it down, all i require, just hold it down
they gon’ sh+t talk you when we aren’t around
n+ggas be hatin’ with feet on the ground
got that lil’ jet with a beat on the couch
nut on her coochie and beat on her mouth, wow

[chorus: isaiah rashad]
came out bustin’, came out bustin’
came out bustin’, came out bustin’
came out bustin’, came out bustin’
came out bustin’, came out bustin’
came out bustin’, came out bustin’
came out bustin’, came out bustin’
came out bustin’, came out bustin’
came out bustin’, came out bustin’
[verse 2: isaiah rashad]
i’m road runnin’, i’m so cunnin’, hi+tech digit, flat four b+tton
passport shawty, airport prolly, nascar audi, swanton bomb it
two white b+tches, still gon’ pick it, fly sh+t, kick it, still tote digit
young lack sleezy, get back witcha
step back, hit ’em with the step back, swish it
hatin’ n+gga hopin’ that he melt my glisten
sh+t might triple, sh+t might missile
sh+t might hit you, free g walker
that’s my crodie, yeah, my n+gga
i been stackin’ for him, really
when he pull up, they gon’ think that
he went platinum up in prison, i’m just floatin’ on a river
please be early, please be gorgeous
please be with it, please be for it
let me do donuts in your foreign
let me play number eight while i do it
let me control it, i can control it
eat it with one hand, baby worth nothin’
play with my zipper, play with my bubba
that was your sister, that was my summer

[chorus: isaiah rashad & lil uzi vert]
came out bustin’, came out bustin’
came out bustin’, came out bustin’
came out bustin’, came out bustin’
came out bustin’, came out bustin’ (came out bustin’)
came out bustin’ (hold on), came out bustin’ (wait)
came out bustin’ (hold on), came out bustin’ (wait)
came out bustin’ (hold on), came out bustin’ (wait)
came out bustin’ (hold on), came out bustin’ (wait, uh)
[verse 2: lil uzi vert]
wait, chanel on my feet (yeah), yeah, that’s fur on my cs (yeah, huh)
i be f+ckin’ with the bees (blatt), like muhammad ali (woah)
dip her, uppercut the sting (huh?)
got yo’ b+tch on the edge of her seat (ayy)
she on the ecstasy, i’m on the bean (what?)
swear the ecstasy, edge of my v (skrrt)
and usually, i like repetitive beats (yes)
i like the way that she move on my meat (okay)
all of these b+tches, they look good to me (yeah)
but i f+ck the same girl ’cause i don’t even cheat (shh)
that is a lie, i’m repetitive freak (hahaha)
i don’t even look, nah, i don’t even seek (uh+uh)
i don’t even peek, g5, g5, repetitive g (ayy)
i’m tryna get all the muhf+ckin’ cheese (ayy)
b+tch, i’ma boss up wherever it be (yeah)
i’ve been on tour, i’ve seen more (leak)
i told the muhf+ckers, “feed me beats”
just like my music, yo’ b+tch, she gon’ leak

- isaiah rashad lyrics

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