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j scip - buss it lyrics

(“run that sh+t the f+ck back!”)
(yeah, aye)

[chorus: j scip]
askin’ on my mom, my gon’ make it?
told me that she loved me she was fakin’
all up on my body in a sp+ceship
swervin’ in the coupe, we in the matrix
thotiana b+tch she really basic
if i call up ty you not gon’ say sh+t
all up on my body she gon’ taste it
all up on my body she gon’ taste it
got my 40 keep it loaded in a deuce deuce
pull up on me p+ssy know what imma do to you
if the 40’s get to clappin’ gotta [?]
tellin’ that she want me but she f+ckin for the [?]
i am movin’ funny, new money up in the rubberbands
new money up in the rubberbands
shawty bust it for a real man aye
shawty bust it for a real
(shawty bust it for a real man aye
shawty bust it for a real)

[verse: pnv jay]
run it up i had to get it now i’m livin’ my dreams
want a verse with pnv, lil b+tch im chargin’ a fee
shooters really be shooting and they’ll k!ll you for free
she him lurkin’, hit ’em up
b+tch i hang with k!llers, [?] we don’t miss (don’t miss)
b+tch i’m ballin’ like miller
drippin’ straight designer (drip) , i put my rollie on chiller
[?] you would think it’s a triller
swear the streets getting realer (uh huh)
told your girl to come eat it just like a kiwi (treesh!)
wasn’t there when i was down, now you need me (now you need a n+gga?)
now i need me a baddie that look like riri (uh huh)
put a braid on ’em let them bullets hit his fiji (boom!)
better stop all the chattin’ boy you cannot beat us (cannot)
stick do be shootin’ them hallows flying out the glock nina (boom!)
bust it down no thotiana we k!ll n+ggas (bust it down)
stop all the frontin’ and come and bust it for a real n+gga

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