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shoreline mafia - bussin lyrics

[intro: fenix flexin]
yeah
hey, hey
ayy, ayy, ayy
haha
d-mn
b-tch, i got the sauce, man, you know what i’m sayin’, if you ain’t got the sauce, then you lost
sh-r-line mafia, fenix flexin
stepped up, young n-gg- had to be a boss, n-gg-
ayy, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[chorus: fenix flexin]
b-tch i’m geeked
thizzle got the gang can’t sleep, all week
we been goin’ hard all week, can’t speak
jaw lock, b-tch i’m off e, lowkey
b-tch i got that thirty on me right now
swear these n-gg-s better pipe down right now
b-tch i got it on me right now, right now
swear these n-gg-s better pipe down right now
b-tch i got it on me right now n-gg-

[verse 1: fenix flexin]
and i’m rollin’ like a motherf-cker
in the club, probably drunker than a motherf-cker
f-ck a b-tch n-gg-, that’s for sure though
i’ll f-ck your b-tch n-gg-, at a momo
i quit the lean sh-t off a triple beam b-tch
eyes wide open, h-llawave, no seasick
n-gg-s wan’ sneak diss, well tell me where you at
i don’t want to twitter beef don’t hit me with an at
your b-tch getting flipped then we send her right back
i nutted on her lips n-gg-, how you like that?
i heard you mothers shoot well i’m bustin’ right back
got a thirty round clip, put a d-ck in my mac
hop up out the whip, now i’m bussin’
riding ’round, serving smoke, b-tch it’s nothing
why you fronting on a n-gg- like me?
i just want one night baby, me and my team

[verse 2: fenix flexin]
two grams of molly while my bro gon’ do the xans
geekin’ like a motherf-cker, stuck up in a trance
bad b-tches with me poppin’ thizzle with they friends
rollin’ rollin’ rollin’, man i’m off the sh-ts again
baby lookin’ good, i ain’t tryna be your friend
i’m just tryna f-ck, i ain’t tryna be your man
i get disrespectful more and more off every xan
she ask if i remember, i don’t know, girl it depends
i just dropped another molly, time to boot up on a b-tch
molly in my aquafina, yeah i’m trippin’ while i sip
i’m the sh-t, godd-mn, all these n-gg-s on my d-ck
and these b-tches is too but i don’t need no petty sh-t
‘nother pack, ‘nother flip, watch me get it off
i’m a boss like uhh, like i’m ricky ross
catch me playing with the plate, yeah i love the sauce
white girl in my nose, i need to clean it off

[verse 3: ohgeesy]
red beams with the team, it’s a light show
and i’m bussin’ of a beam, it felt right though
she say she got a man, it felt right though
and she f-cked the whole team and she a nice ho
milly rocking in the p-ssy while she yike though
and i might hit it twice ’cause it’s tight though
yeah i’m rocking raf simons, countin’ digits
bad b-tches getting wavy like they swimming
tell a n-gg- ugly face, that’s how it go
i don’t f-ck with ugly face -ss hoes
if they not going then that b-tch has got to go
pour the lean in my oj while i roll
double stack, triple stack, triple that
got a beam on my chopper and a mac
my n-gg-s stupid, they don’t know how to act
keep the bape zipped up like a mask
and i only f-ck with b-tches that got -ss
she riding on my d-ck and she shake it fast
i don’t got change, i only keep the bands
i don’t got change, i only keep the bands, yeah

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