Lyrics Bussin' Out - DJ Scheme, Lil Mosey, Ty Dolla $ign

Bussin' Out - DJ Scheme, Lil Mosey, Ty Dolla $ign
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In the genre:Рэп и хип-хоп
Release date:21.01.2021
Song language:English
Age restrictions: 18+

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Bussin' Out
Uh, uh
Mm, yeah
Diamonds bust out the meter (Meter)
Niggas know it’s beef when I see ya' (When I see ya')
Know you wish you could, but you cannot be us (But you can’t)
Somethin' tells me you a ho like Selena (Uh)
Ridin' in a Lamb' and I ride down the street, uh (Skrrt)
New crib in hills, I’m kickin' my feet up (Feet up)
Money on the ground, call a maid for her to clean up (Racks)
Don’t make a sound, 'cause we ridin' with heaters
I’m where you can’t be so you cannot see us
Hop in, we go boom (Vroom), headed straight to the moon (Moon)
Your bestie droppin' soon (Soon), ice on me, I’m cool (I'm cool)
I just ran the mix and it fuckin' up my mood (Mood)
Askin' so much questions like, nigga, wish I knew (Yeah)
I’m here by myself and I got nothin' to prove (Uh)
Need a couple million so I call my nigga like, «What should we do?
«(Whould we do)
Could’ve fucked your bitch, but that bitch, she ran through (Lil' bitch)
All this money in the world can’t take my soul (My soul)
It’s three hundred diamonds 'round my neck (Three hundred)
Did three shows and I went and got a cheque (Cheque)
Bro said, «Hold that» and stack it 'til he dead (Dead)
Yeah, nigga you broke, yeah, why you tryna flex?
(Tryna flex)
Said I won’t stop, yeah I’m up to the morn' (Morn')
Bro said, «Let's go,» I’m speedin', I’m gone (Yeah I’m speedin')
Still rollin' Backwoods, got dust from the storm (Storm yeah, uh)
Diamonds bust out the meter (The meter)
Niggas know it’s beef when I see ya' (When I see ya')
Know you wish you could, but you cannot be us (No you can’t)
Somethin' tells me you’re a ho like Selena (You're a ho)
Ridin' in a Lamb' and I ride down the street, uh (Skrt)
New crib in hills, I’m kickin' my feet up (Yeah)
Money on the ground, call a maid for her to clean up (Code)
Don’t make a sound, 'cause we ridin' with heaters (Brrah)
Uh, bitch, I’m out of your reach
You a snitch, now you ain’t a lot in your streets
Came for the freak, I got dick for the freak
She said I got dick for days, told her she got ass for weeks
Put a halo strap on you, 'cause I keep my GAT on me
We got mops, we got sticks, nobody off in Normandy
They thought, thought I was gon' fall off, but I still got more of me
Told a bitch, «Where were you, when we were on quarantine?»
Diamonds bust out the meter (Meter)
Niggas know it’s beef when I see ya' (When I see ya')
Know you wish you could, but you cannot be us (But you can’t)
Somethin' tells me you a ho like Selena (Uh)
Ridin' in a Lamb' and I ride down the street, uh (Skrrt)
New crib in hills, I’m kickin' my feet up (Feet up)
Money on the ground, call a maid for her to clean up (Racks)
Don’t make a sound, 'cause we ridin' with heaters

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