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lil rae - bussin lyrics

[intro]
(ayo gk)

[chorus]
left wrist bussin’, right wrist bussin’
freak b+tch bussin’, thick b+tch bussin’
brand+new ap bussin’, cartier, b+tch bussin’
glock on me, i’m bussin’, try me and i’m bussin’

[verse 1]
i’m constructin’ sh+t, come through and break her walls
she say, “hold on, everything can’t fit,” put b+lls all in her jaws
i buy you gucci, you say you want birkin bags, let’s hit the mall
she ask me what purse should she get? i told her get ’em all
got ten minutes, everything you touch in here, then you can get it
how you die with a gun on you? he got caught down bad with glizzy
put your left leg and right leg up, tryna get busy
he was tall, hit him with 7.62s, now he look like a midget
double bеam up on my glock, it’s gon’ be hard to miss your fitted
nothin’ but fiends up on thе block, we havin’ uncorporate businesses
lil’ bruh can’t come back to the block, seen he was havin’ some ho tendencies
shawty fanned out, she tryna take pictures, don’t touch my tennis chain
i went to school with buddy, he a lame
got undercover pressure ’bout a ho, that sh+t insane
i found a way to come up, that’s why i married the game
two white hoes, i’ma smoke they head off, mary and jane
[chorus]
left wrist bussin’, right wrist bussin’
freak b+tch bussin’, thick b+tch bussin’
brand+new ap bussin’, cartier, b+tch bussin’
glock on me, i’m bussin’, try me and i’m bussin’
left wrist bussin’, right wrist bussin’
freak b+tch bussin’, thick b+tch bussin’
brand+new ap bussin’, cartier, b+tch bussin’
glock on me, i’m bussin’, try me and i’m bussin’

[interlude]
man, these n+ggas, these n+ggas can’t keep up with us, man, these n+ggas can’t f+ck with us
ycoe
we ain’t, we, we might f+ck around and break the bank
break that b+tch

[verse 2]
put that p+ssy on me, baby, throw it back
come here, come here, baby (oh my god)
they know that this a hit, they told the dj run it back
come here, know that p+ssy drive me crazy
bro on they block tryna find what’s+his+name, gon’ leave him with a head tap
we got the sticks they had in world war ii, young crew ain’t playin’ fair
can’t get my bl!ck inside this b+tch, then we ain’t stayin’ here
we caught him out with his— he thought we was sparin’ him (what the f+ck?)
[outro]
you f+ckin’ silly, man?
come here, come on
come here, come on
come here, baby

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