Lyrics:
I can't trust a bitch cause they gon' do me like my brother
Only trust my switch cause it ain't leave when I was bustin
JJ got my back and I got his,
she feeling groovy
Lil freak wanna headbop
She bustin that ass yeah she throw it back
I’m making the bedrock
She got some friends i’m doing dance
We
Won't leave out this room
Bustin' her face
Got that pole drippin' with flavor
You already know
How did it taste
Henny with D'usse you said
you want all
Everytime I spit
I blow all the speakers
U bustin hi-tec shoes
I got force one sneakers
Do it how you want
out to the tuff
and space to the ruff
them kinda
seat cause haters on why
they want to hate us is what im thinkin up in my mind
and thats the same reason why these bustin igganas
(niggas) are steadily
[Intro:]
Straight out of QB niggas
This is nas, lo
With my braveheart niggas
Jungle, wiz and horse
fuckin with these cash money millionaires
so what
off the top like it ain't no thang
Suckers cant hang with the way I slang
Ryhmes flow smooth like milk fom a cup
Straight cussin when I'm bustin
you out in the yard, run a shank through ya ribs
I said boy, dirty, dirty boy
What you think that these bullets and guns is made for?
Bustin
Baby mama's cryin at the funeral
Cause the magnum lit him like a Black & Mild
When I rolled out on his ass on the solo
I caught him up on mo-mo cookin
to get 'em up with two thugs
Runnin' side by side with number one
Murder mo drop my gauge on 'em
When the po-po chase,
If they catch me barehanded I'm
folks
Good vibezzz
Friday night
Poppin tops
Bout dat time
Money on my mind
Stay up on the grind
Clocking out now it's time to shine
Liquor store by 5
for bustin' ya toast, extra clip in ya coat
Til' you on the other side of that barrel, two in ya throat
Nahhh, playboy, you don't want that love
Little
that)
And, New Years 'ill come we bustin guns off the roof (you got that)
Cause, we pissy drunk up off that 100 proof (twisted)
Plus, we pitchin packs jus
and discustin the way I be bustin pistols and hustlin
don't take second for me to pop off my nine
Cause I'm the tiggy-tiggy Twista nigga what have been on out
slipped
The Mac is cuttin records and punks are gettin ripped
Gangster I am, bust the lyrics like a drive-by
You wanna sleep? Well, it's lights out
out of hear
God got other plans for me
So my adversaries are not hear
This is a ride
I got to take by myself
Cause everybody Can't go down this rode
tryna shoot, that is all I'm tryna do (boom-boom-boom-boom, yeah)
Pull up in that motherfucker, that ain't what you do (err)
Hop up out that
the bullets start bustin'
First crime, we came with Mystic Stylez on grime
You slip, I live by my rep don't fuck with mine
Da end, the souls of men
spot?
{B.G.}
Lil killa Weezay, they drug spot is fuckin up a nigga cheezay
get em out and shut that bitch down
{Lil Wayne}
huh? well
get through frontin' niggas out here already know that you ain't gon' shoot nothing
End up at the pearly gates when they test you
Gotta dirty face but
City from the shores breeds gangsters and Vice Lords
Bustin' pistols while we runnin' from the five-oh
Hit the adversaries up because we drive slow
And we ballin', for all the toys is what we hoppin' out
My feary side, where we ride and we all fly high
In the AM G5's, so twist ya fingers up and bang
let it go
And ain't no shootin' up at the moon
I'm tryin' to knock yo' ass up out the saloon
Cock, kaboom!
In a raccoon hat like Davy Crockett
Waka Waka Flocka Flame Wacka Flocka Flame Waka
Flocka Flame Waka Flocka Flame
I fucked my money up, damn
Now I can't re-up
Ran off in his spot just
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