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trl - bussdown lyrics

[intro]
camp boyz
yeah
b+tch
camp guyz, camp sh+t, bust rollie
n+gga, f+ck is you sayin’, n+gga? y’all n+ggas can’t f+ck with us, dog
and your b+tch keep grabbin’ on my chain

[verse 1]
bustdown, call your b+tch a bustdown
used to try to hold me, now she wanna f+ck now
thick+ass b+tch on my d+ck tryna f+ck now
twenty hoes on me, know they tryna bring me up now (d+mn)
bust glocks, baby j’ll hit it, it tear up blocks
stick in the club, best believe i let this b+tch rock
pull a— out the bag, make a b+tch hot (yeah)
pull a— out the mag, get a b+tch stopped

[verse 2: trl ace]
you can’t come back from what you did, you at the finish line
i ain’t red, what the f+ck i look like tuckin’ mine?
he a b+tch, watch that n+gga fold when it’s crunch time
when i’m gettin’ head from his b+tch, it be the best time
she say if i want it, i can get it, thеn i grip behind
b+tch, that ain’t no bustdown rollie, boy, them sis
try to takе a chain around this b+tch, gon’ need a suit and tie
i got a play on the floor, so, b+tch, we in and out
[verse 3]
i’m tourin’, camp boyz a hundred, we be scorin’
my b+tch from out the country, speak no english, i like all my b+tches foreign
k!ll an opp, then leave the scene, b+tch, i’m scorchin’
b+tch keep on blowin’ up my phone, why you call? it ain’t important
out in cali on rodeo, pull up porsches
blowin’ bags in this b+tch, and i’m ballin’, lookin’ like i got endors+m+nts
post a n+gga on the ‘gram, we done horsed him
with this mail, we look like money, you be tryin’, ain’t no need to try to force it

[verse 4: trl ace]
b+tch, i’m up makin’ chicken in the morning
b+tch, the bag bigger than the n+gga norbit
move at my own pace, i gotta force it?
“ace, what’s your name worth, baby?” b+tch, a fortune
my shooter got rans, could hit a n+gga from the corner
came in this b+tch without your stick, do we warn you?
them n+ggas better not make me mad, keep it cordial
i won’t double back for the head, it was horrible

[verse 5]
you want some weed, lean, a perc’, or you want some l!ck?
tell me what would you do for a trip to phipps
b+tch, you runnin’ from me, she know she can’t even take the d+ck
n+gga tried to up a strap on me, make me take a skip
sh+ttin’ on these n+ggas, i might f+ck around and take a p+ss
know this b+tch a groupie, wanna link, i told her make it quick
know this pop got some potion, let me take a sip
we in the spot getting motion, let me take a pic

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