Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song From the Garden, artist - Isaiah Rashad.
Date of issue: 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… |