Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song From the Garden , by - Isaiah Rashad. Release date: 18.11.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
From the Garden |
| Came out bussin' |
| Came out puffin' |
| Came out fuckin', on yo cousin |
| I do all these floozies worser |
| Than they daddy but you love her |
| You in trouble |
| I’m lil sunny |
| I go BBQ with something |
| That’s you busy |
| It ain’t shit |
| I went shopping, left it running |
| Check my hunnids, check my onion |
| We watch cable, at my aunty’s |
| 'Cause my papa wasn’t trappin' |
| But my uncle up to something |
| Mr. Magic, Billy Batson |
| Mr. Magic, Billy Batson |
| Miss me with that local hatin' on a nigga, get it crackin' |
| I’m not surprised, I’m on the rise |
| Been a lil ride, wet as my eyes |
| Spam it a lot, just hold it down |
| All I require, just hold it down |
| They gon' shit talk when we ain’t around |
| Niggas be hating with feet on the ground |
| Got the lil jet with the beat on the couch |
| Nut on the Gucci and beat on her mouth |
| Came out bussin', came out bussin', came out bussin' |
| Came out bussin', came out bussin', came out bussin' |
| Came out bussin', came out bussin', came out bussin' |
| Came out bussin', came out bussin', came out bussin' (Hold on wait, |
| hold on wait) |
| Came out bussin', came out bussin', came out bussin' (Hold on wait, |
| hold on wait) |
| Came out bussin' (Wait) |
| Chanel on my feet, yeah, that’s fur on my C’s |
| I be fuckin' with the Bees, like Muhammad Ali |
| Dip her, upper cut this thing |
| Got yo bitch on the edge of her seat |
| She on the ecstasy, I’m on the bean |
| Swing her the ecstasy, edge of my v |
| (And usually), I like repetitive beat |
| I like the way that she moving my meat |
| Quality bitches, they look good to me |
| But I fuck the same girl 'cause I don’t even cheat |
| That is a lie |
| Repetitive freak |
| I ain’t even look, no, I ain’t even seek |
| I ain’t even peek |
| Competitive jeep |
| I’m tryna get all the muh fuggin' cheese |
| Bitch, I’ma boss, I’m wherever it be |
| I been on tour, I see more |
| I tell the motherfuckers feed me beats |
| Just like my music, yo bitch she elite |
| Came out bussin', came out bussin', came out bussin' |
| Came out bussin', came out bussin', came out bussin' |
| Came out bussin', came out bussin', came out bussin' |
| Came out bussin', came out bussin', came out bussin' |
| Came out bussin', came out bussin', came out bussin' |
| Came out bussin' |
| I’m gon' run it, I’m so cunning |
| High tech digit, flat for button |
| Passport shawty, airport prolly |
| Nascar audi, Swanton bomb it |
| Two white bitches, still gon' kick it |
| Fly shit, kicking |
| Steel toe pidgeon |
| Young like slizzy |
| Get back witcha |
| Step back, hit 'em with the step back swish it |
| Hatin' nigga hoping that it melt my glisten |
| Shit might triple, shit my missile |
| Shit might hit you, Fridigy Parker |
| And my Cody, that my nigga |
| I been stacking for a really |
| When he pull up, they gon' end it |
| He went platinum, up in prison |
| I’m just floating on a river |
| Please be early, please be gorgeous |
| Please be widdit, please be for it |
| Let me do donuts in your foreign |
| Let me play number 8 while I do it |
| Let me control it, I can control it |
| Eat it with one hand, maybe with nothin' |
| Play with my zipper, play with my bubba |
| That was yo sister, that was my summer |
| Came out bussin', came out bussin', came out bussin' |
| Came out bussin', came out bussin', came out bussin' |
| Came out bussin', came out bussin', came out… |