| Me and my crew all got blood on our hands
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| That ain’t a tart baby oh my God
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| Guilty as sin when I’m up in the stands
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| I’m killing them out here oh my God
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| Try to do right every time thats the plan
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| But something about all these white picket fences
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| Short haired girls that make groupie dancers
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| Got us doing bad
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| Like oh my God
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| Every weekend purple sneakers I would see her
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| You look like Cleopatra
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| I look like Mark Anternia
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| Forget we got that history
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| Oh yeah that’s that amnesia
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| And it always goes down
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| Don’t it always go down
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| Don’t come around here when we Bussin
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| My ghosts that’s round here
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| Don’t need to discuss him
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| I take my time there ain’t no need to rush in
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| We just pour drinks up like down
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| And get it Bussin, said we Bussin
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| Don’t come around here when we Bussin
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| My ghosts that’s round here
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| Don’t need to discuss him
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| I take my time there ain’t no need to rush in
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| We just pour drinks up like down
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| And get it Bussin, said we Bussin
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| You girl why the hell you always rushing
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| Overcomplicate the simpleton that’s busting |
| You been whip been whipping even if its rusted
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| Don’t go to hard
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| Yeah you that lamb dressed up as mutton
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| You just need to chill out hit that Rubatussin
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| Ocean lapping at your doorstep
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| Ain’t that something
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| Neon light up in your eye thats get it bussin
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| All your friends say you really shouldn’t trust him
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| You should say
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| Don’t come around here when we Bussin
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| My ghosts that’s round here
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| Don’t need to discuss him
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| I take my time there ain’t no need to rush in
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| We just pour drinks up like down
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| And get it Bussin, said we Bussin
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| Don’t come around here when we Bussin
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| My ghosts that’s round here
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| Don’t need to discuss him
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| I take my time there ain’t no need to rush in
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| We just pour drinks up like down
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| And get it Bussin, said we Bussin |