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wint3rmint da producer & kardia - bussin' lyrics

[hook]
b+tch i be bussin’
sippin’ on water, you sippin’ on ‘tussin
i f+cked your daughter, her friends, and her cousin
i bought a quarter, no weighing, i trust him
just him
no cap i got money, i’m timberlake
no fap, i just bust on the dinner plate
no rappers be real, you all minute maid
no trappers can feel with the sinner ways
i’m bagging a bag like the times, i’m no barlow
sitting in place while you p+ss on the cargo
rappers flood in ’cause you all set the bar low
cappers come in with the sauce, issa fargo
hard yo, hard yo
reasons be final i trap, i don’t borrow
i run your b+tch like i’m watching a dog show

[verse]
coming in strong, i don’t f+ck with your f+ckers
you all tag along, rapping bad, you all suckers
i f+cked her and smothered that b+tch, and her mother
no rudders, this boat will not ship like it’s southern
i b+tter the whole bag, and light it with dilligence
i race the wraith and i drift where the village is
pillage it, i just be savage, no militant
i got no problem with solving and k!lling it
wint3rmint fye, got no bad beat
no wonder your b+tch wanna have me
no summer, it’s hot like a backseat
picking up b+tches, no taxi
fiber my blood like a flax seed
you f+ckers so sad, why no happy?
b+tch in the way, get to slapping
future this b+tch, yeah we trapping
i f+ck a b+tch, i be under the covers
i finesse your girl, yeah you know we be lovers
i trap in your state, peaking out through the shudders
i go f+ck my girl ’till we cum in each other
we cum in each other, we bust on her face
i be shooting the shotty, i’m shooting the gauge
i don’t f+ck with n0body, n0body the lake
your girl got some money but mine got some cake
[hook]
b+tch i be bussin’
sippin’ on water, you sippin’ on ‘tussin
i f+cked your daughter, her friends, and her cousin
i bought a quarter, no weighing, i trust him
just him
no cap i got money, i’m timberlake
no fap, i just bust on the dinner plate
no rappers be real, you all minute maid
no trappers can feel with the sinner ways
i’m bagging a bag like the times, i’m no barlow
sitting in place while you p+ss on the cargo
rappers flood in ’cause you all set the bar low
cappers come in with the sauce, issa fargo
hard yo, hard yo
reasons be final i trap, i don’t borrow
i run your b+tch like i’m watching a dog show

- wint3rmint da producer kardia lyrics

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