Bitch Im Bussin

(albüm: God's Father - 2012)

(Hehe, clip the mic, hehe)
Got a big head, this motherfucker, cause I think a lot
Let me move all this money
Be kicking all that money around, ya feel me?

Now the liquor got me twisted, uh
.4-5, pop shot, yeah, lift you up
[?] scale, nigga, never
Never been off basic
Earthquake all day
Pull the strap like Matrix
Now you looking all scared
Cause you live off ace
Move into a group home
Bum off placement
Riding better
I don't know who's shaming
Fuck a dollar, man, nigga
Man, give me your chain
Just for your necklace, bitch
I'll leave you brainless
Now the cops say
All dope dealers is anus

Black man
Live off pain
And you gotta dodge bullets
Ain't no PE training
Tell all my haters
You can kiss my anus
Niggas ro
I roast beef like Angus
[?] had a whole [?]
He made me pavement
Never s
Lord pussy
The dog mouth
The [?] know
Not to come in the dog's house
Niggas watching Birdman
W the long route
Stay that shit
Tooken the long route
I stopped playing with that shit
My song's out

Ride by, catch the hook, nigga, like bus pass
Plus I'm in a fuck class
Living life, man, you can't hold me down
I just want to spread love
Cause I make mistakes
Can't lie to the people and look in your face
My heart too real cause my blood is pumping
Feeling kinda itchy, finna dump something
Real talk, man I keep it real bitch, it's nothing
Lil B, I been ready for something
I been ready cause I'm outchea, outchea, thugging
Hustling, bussing, bussing, bussing

Ba-ba-ba, ha, bussing
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Bitch I'm bussing
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Bitch I'm bussing
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Bitch I'm bussing

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Bitch I'm bussing