CORRECTAR LA LETRA
Letra : Bussin
Lyrics from Snippets
(Think I'm playin')
Friday, ride through they hood on a bike, might kick they trash (Might kick they trash)
But I'm Doe Beezy, I ain't lil' Chris and they ain't gon' whip my ass, you dig? (Fool)
Lambo' too fast, better get out the way when I'm backin' out (Woo, sh*t)
Go get a shooter, we shoot up the n***a he braggin' 'bout (Brr, brr)
I call his b*t*h and I'm smashin', she know a young n***a havin' (Young n***a havin', Freebandz)
He come 'round here, actin', castin', he gon' end up in a casket
I had my shooter pull up, hit his basket
Said he want drama, my n***as dramatic (Go)
RBM, murder fanatic (Gang)
These n***as b*t*hes, belong in a pageant (pu**y)
I can't f**k with 'em, he rat, don't f**k wit' 'em, we make you get him tatted (Lеt's go)
Your favorite rapper, he a pu**y, I bеt he gon' panic, I reach for his Patek (Nah, for real)
Heard he was ballin'...
Pride in the hood, I run it (I run it), name it, I done it (Yeah)
Lil' n***a ain't know nothin' (No, no)
His b*t*h only thing 'round him bussin' (Oh, really?)
Went to his Mama house, shot up her crib, said we went too far (Said we went too far, brr, brr)
Can't catch me in traffic, 160 the dash, can't hit this car (Skrrt, skrrt)
He think she faithful, she need a rich n***a, his b*t*h get bought (Mwha)
Same n***a I used to smack up, b*t*h, when you get this hard (That's crazy, pu**y)
Trauma teachin' lil' n***as they better not play with the bird (Uh-uh, Freebandz)
(Think I'm playin')
Friday, ride through they hood on a bike, might kick they trash (Might kick they trash)
But I'm Doe Beezy, I ain't lil' Chris and they ain't gon' whip my ass, you dig? (Fool)
Lambo' too fast, better get out the way when I'm backin' out (Woo, sh*t)
Go get a shooter, we shoot up the n***a he braggin' 'bout (Brr, brr)
I call his b*t*h and I'm smashin', she know a young n***a havin' (Young n***a havin', Freebandz)
He come 'round here, actin', castin', he gon' end up in a casket
I had my shooter pull up, hit his basket
Said he want drama, my n***as dramatic (Go)
RBM, murder fanatic (Gang)
These n***as b*t*hes, belong in a pageant (pu**y)
I can't f**k with 'em, he rat, don't f**k wit' 'em, we make you get him tatted (Lеt's go)
Your favorite rapper, he a pu**y, I bеt he gon' panic, I reach for his Patek (Nah, for real)
Heard he was ballin'...
Pride in the hood, I run it (I run it), name it, I done it (Yeah)
Lil' n***a ain't know nothin' (No, no)
His b*t*h only thing 'round him bussin' (Oh, really?)
Went to his Mama house, shot up her crib, said we went too far (Said we went too far, brr, brr)
Can't catch me in traffic, 160 the dash, can't hit this car (Skrrt, skrrt)
He think she faithful, she need a rich n***a, his b*t*h get bought (Mwha)
Same n***a I used to smack up, b*t*h, when you get this hard (That's crazy, pu**y)
Trauma teachin' lil' n***as they better not play with the bird (Uh-uh, Freebandz)
