Yung Keeta - Bussin
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{chorus}
Yeah i'm off a perc and i'm bussin' bitch
Sippin' on tec not tussin' bitch
That choppa knock off your cousin bitch
Everyone know i'm running shit, huh
I keep fucking up guess i'm not good at that loving shit
Flare, bitch but i digress
Yeah, she let me bust on her chest, 'cause she know that i do it best, yeah
I'm having fun with her face and i'm finna clean that mess, yeah
Fuck that school i can't fuck with no (?...)
That bitch treesh i ain't fucking with that
She in the whip and she loving the scat
{verse 1}
She needa learn her lesson
She like how i'm dressing
Talking bout the shit i'm doing boy then come correct it
They hate how i'm flexing
I mean bitch i gеt it
I mean i'm just guessing
But i bet thеy hate they life
Come at me you acting wrong
Promise we gon' make it right
I'm the one they betting on
Said that shit a thousand times
I be geeking out and tweaking out i lived a thousand lives
You thought that your bitch was faithful, she ride like mountain bike
{chorus}
Yeah i'm off a perc and i'm bussin' bitch
Sippin' on tec not tussin' bitch
That choppa knock off your cousin bitch
Everyone know i'm running shit, huh
I keep fucking up guess i'm not good at that loving shit
Flare, bitch but i digress
Yeah, she let me bust on her chest, 'cause she know that i do it best, yeah
I'm having fun with her face and i'm finna clean that mess, yeah
Fuck that school i can't fuck with no (?...)
That bitch treesh i ain't fucking with that
She in the whip and she loving the scat
{verse 2}
I got the whip going one-hundred-sixty
Bitch i'm wearing miyake no issey
Bitch she said that he a gay so you sissy
And the bitch that you with she fishy
And that bitch that you with she trife
I been with the gang for life
I got brothers that bang for life
I got brothers that bang for real
I got brothers that shootin' to kill
I got brothers that signing a deal
And gang just made 'em a mil'
So bad i'm tryna know how it feel
Know that i'm really going for real
Like (?...) i'm way too sick too ill
I'm way too sick finna pop my pill
Talk your shit get cooked like a grill
{chorus}
Yeah i'm off a perc and i'm bussin' bitch
Sippin' on tec not tussin' bitch
That choppa knock off your cousin bitch
Everyone know i'm running shit, huh
I keep fucking up guess i'm not good at that loving shit
Flare, bitch but i digress
Yeah, she let me bust on her chest, 'cause she know that i do it best, yeah
I'm having fun with her face and i'm finna clean that mess, yeah
Fuck that school i can't fuck with no (?...)
That bitch treesh i ain't fucking with that
She in the whip and she loving the scat
{chorus}
Yeah i'm off a perc and i'm bussin' bitch
Sippin' on tec not tussin' bitch
That choppa knock off your cousin bitch
Everyone know i'm running shit, huh
I keep fucking up guess i'm not good at that loving shit
Flare, bitch but i digress
Yeah, she let me bust on her chest, 'cause she know that i do it best, yeah
I'm having fun with her face and i'm finna clean that mess, yeah
Fuck that school i can't fuck with no (?...)
That bitch treesh i ain't fucking with that
She in the whip and she loving the scat
{verse 1}
She needa learn her lesson
She like how i'm dressing
Talking bout the shit i'm doing boy then come correct it
They hate how i'm flexing
I mean bitch i gеt it
I mean i'm just guessing
But i bet thеy hate they life
Come at me you acting wrong
Promise we gon' make it right
I'm the one they betting on
Said that shit a thousand times
I be geeking out and tweaking out i lived a thousand lives
You thought that your bitch was faithful, she ride like mountain bike
{chorus}
Yeah i'm off a perc and i'm bussin' bitch
Sippin' on tec not tussin' bitch
That choppa knock off your cousin bitch
Everyone know i'm running shit, huh
I keep fucking up guess i'm not good at that loving shit
Flare, bitch but i digress
Yeah, she let me bust on her chest, 'cause she know that i do it best, yeah
I'm having fun with her face and i'm finna clean that mess, yeah
Fuck that school i can't fuck with no (?...)
That bitch treesh i ain't fucking with that
She in the whip and she loving the scat
{verse 2}
I got the whip going one-hundred-sixty
Bitch i'm wearing miyake no issey
Bitch she said that he a gay so you sissy
And the bitch that you with she fishy
And that bitch that you with she trife
I been with the gang for life
I got brothers that bang for life
I got brothers that bang for real
I got brothers that shootin' to kill
I got brothers that signing a deal
And gang just made 'em a mil'
So bad i'm tryna know how it feel
Know that i'm really going for real
Like (?...) i'm way too sick too ill
I'm way too sick finna pop my pill
Talk your shit get cooked like a grill
{chorus}
Yeah i'm off a perc and i'm bussin' bitch
Sippin' on tec not tussin' bitch
That choppa knock off your cousin bitch
Everyone know i'm running shit, huh
I keep fucking up guess i'm not good at that loving shit
Flare, bitch but i digress
Yeah, she let me bust on her chest, 'cause she know that i do it best, yeah
I'm having fun with her face and i'm finna clean that mess, yeah
Fuck that school i can't fuck with no (?...)
That bitch treesh i ain't fucking with that
She in the whip and she loving the scat
