| Mmm, I’m feeling this shit in my soul, shouts out to everbody that’s riding the
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| train right now
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| Yeah I see you I know, We riding through the eastcoast man we love it
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| Everybody riding that BART… on AC Transit… you feel me, yeah, mmm,
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| You already know who it is. |
| Aye who y’all really want? |
| Yeah, I say who the fuck
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| want, if you want Lil B, throw your hands up!
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| It’s Lil nigga, man
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| He put’s the flows he’s hanging
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| And I don’t gotta have a scraper
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| Pushing doves and candy
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| Niggas call me candy man how I mugged they family
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| Then you pray for them, some help, niggas derranged
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| Motherfuckers know game recognize game
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| Me and all my partners recognize game
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| You paying to have your brain saved
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| Nigga we been only slaves
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| Shit, fuck niggas I bash 'em
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| Make sure they in caskets
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| Burns niggas burn badges
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| All I’m leaving is ashes
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| Niggas know, how I flow, like water
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| Have em bark like kobe
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| Fuck a bitch like Kobe
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| Rolling purple in the swishers
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| Niggas know I’m a beast
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| I’m lonely, dismiss you
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| Your homie, automatic Glock nine’s my homie
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| Roaming in the streets cause I’m lonely
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| That’s some real shit, Once again I be going over niggas heads
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| You feel me, They call this that higher echelon of that rap, that higher, uhhh
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| That next level
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| Getting money I’m hungry
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| Bitch I eat a nigga face
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| See the blood now I’m running
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| Like a car now I’m running
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| Like a star now I’m shining
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| Niggas see my grill, reverse fangs, blue diamonds
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| Got game, pull diamonds
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| Nothing less than a dimepiece
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| Plus I got a quarter piece
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| In my pocket for sale
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| Well, shh, I got on bail
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| And I’m holding your mail
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| Bitch I’m slanging yo rocks
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| Taking over your block
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| Coming over your spot
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| Was the spots that you hide
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| Got 'em hotter than pot
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| Plus I cook, crack the pots
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| Order psst in the box
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| Niggas soda bake niggas
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| Call 'em them chickens
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| Them motherfuckers ain’t listen
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| Man you know I ain’t listen
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| Man them niggas will shine
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| And go harder than your glisten
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| And I advise you bitch niggas to listen
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| Got a problem with piston
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| Can’t hold your own gun
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| Why you niggas missing
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| Man, you missing, man
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| Mischievious thoughts abouts snitches
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| Separate us now we back in a division
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| Got eye contact now we on our mission
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| Man, got 4 ounces making domino points my niggas
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| Huh, He will follow the point
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| And he know I hold hollows that point
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| Going through the skin, muscles, and joints
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| Gotta hustle for coins
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| Ain’t never free gang, man
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| I gotta buss 'em 4 points |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Buss 'em 4 Points , by - Lil B. Song from the album Gods Father, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп