Lyrics:
Planets
Has Blown Up by This Girl Janet
Witness a lotta abstracts coming from people
Who interact the remedy trapped in part
Located In my bottom heart
the power of Tate
Marked by the struggle of my hustle
Always putting in double
I was born in the land
Always extending a hand
My village always got my back
they talkin' 'bout, nigga (fuck that, nigga)
Rack them motherfuckin' dominoes up, nigga
(Just look, ayy, look out for the table, nigga)
Fuck that
they talkin' 'bout, nigga (fuck that, nigga)
Rack them motherfuckin' dominoes up, nigga
(Just look, ayy, look out for the table, nigga)
Fuck that
goin first
And if you can't find a condom
Then you go and search
And by the time you get back
Shorty's way more than burnt
And she done buttoned up her
But without insane
End-times oracles
All up in your brain
God's gonna judge
If you don't abstain
Couldn't even stop
Blood spilled by Cain
Think you'll
formidable place
I can let you know the ins and the outs and I can spit it wicked
Twiztid And you can see by the look on my face
Give me the mic and ima
liquor, father forgive her
Me and my girlfriend, hustlin', fell in love with the struggle
Hands on the steering wheel, blush, while she bail out bustin
Earl On The Beat lousy
Yeah, huh, yeah, yeah ayy, uh, uh
Okay, Tory in my room, we bustin' up a stream
I'm with Jasper, we gonna get this cream
Cash
Bustin' up on a cloud, shout out loud you're the one for me
With your love by my side the world will be mine
You're the one for me
With this
tryna take all my hope
Now I'm bustin' through the door, got the game by the throat
Grab uh board n hit the wave, the way I'm rockin' this boat
I was
up!
[T-WILL:] I don't think they are, man
Let's get fucked up!
[BAKARII:] Bitches gotta get out if they ain't gone fuck you know what I'm sayin
Let's
of everything
Everybody get high, sing
Bustin' out
Bustin' out
We're bustin' out of this L-Seven square
Freaks like you and I could never funk on there
These days I feel so blessed
I got plenty of money and no stress
Bustin’ out like a model who show chest
Bustin’ out like a model who show chest
I
Bustin' up on a cloud, shout out loud you're the one for me
With your love by my side the world will be mine
You're the one for me
With this
blow some stacks
Say "Fuck it" by the rack
Straps go clack, need cheese with the mac
Whatchu know bout bustin' down a bag?
Gucci do rag, and my tracksuit
The long dookie fifth, next to the Town House crackers
Mad noise, 2008, a G a game
I'm Ron O'neal in the love seat, sunk deep
Long nigga bustin' out they
the spirits as we gather 'round the hellfire
If he act up, then I'll run him over with the tire
Bloody Mariangelys
Draggin bitches by their leash
Then we
could never fall off
Stayed by my job, out my business
No time for all these little bitches
They can stay mad while I get this
I just do my thing while
tell ya, we bout it
Soldiers out there tech, bustin don't think
Lose ya life if you blink
Fuckin with them soldiers on the tank, cause
We No Limit
they be robbin'
As long as Big Boi's still livin', never standin' by my lonesome
Step up n****, if you want some
[Chorus: x2]
Ain't no thang but
Verse 1
You gotta just come around
If we vibe you know that I'm ballon out
With ya whole gang
Just gotta come around n pour out
Just gotta come by n
me up in Magic City bustin' hundreds by the bands
And I throw it like a girl
Throw it, throw it like a girl
Hangin' out the 750
Feelin' bossy in my
bustin in it
I ain't fucking with it
No
Na na na na na na
I ain't bustin in it
I ain't Fuckingit
No
Na na na na na na
Burner told me pull up
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