Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Bushes, artist - Plies.
Date of issue: 09.06.2008
Song language: English
Bushes |
Ay bra drop us off right here |
Right here the blue house bra |
Ay bra lets get in these bushes |
When that fuck nigga get here he gets it |
You don’t know it but I done peeped where you stay pussy |
Bitch you gettin to yo house, I be right in yo bushes |
Jump out with that choppa, actin real foolish |
Keep bullshittin nigga I’mma be right in yo bushes |
You don’t know it but I done peeped where you stay pussy |
Bitch you gettin to yo house, I be right in yo bushes |
Jump out with that choppa, actin real foolish |
Keep bullshittin nigga I’mma be right in yo bushes |
But get dropped off wit them goons late night |
We gone dug off wit them choppas and sit tight |
Lay right in yo bushes until you come back |
And when we finish them crackas gone have to put you on ice |
Nigga jumpin up out them bushes ain’t nothin nice |
We gone throw some shit but ain’t gone be rice |
Hollow points gone be whistlin comin back to back |
Nigga we murkin we ain’t worried bout you buckin back |
We ain’t come for the money we come for yo life |
Nigga we patient wit this shit we’ll lay all night |
We done did it before laid till the sunlight |
You don’t know it yet but fuck nigga you gettin wiped |
Got on my monkey suit layin in this wet grass |
Got me hot pussy I wanna give it to you bad |
Soon as you turn up in this bitch we puttin it on yo ass |
Fuck niggas that run they mouths don’t last |
Me and my goons don’t argue nigga we toe tag |
You ain’t do it right them crackas gone bring them body bags |
Wanna see what you do when you see that ski mask |
Want see you smile for that yoppa when you see it flash |
We ain’t gone let you get out we shootin thru yo glass |
Walkin to yo car shooting that choppa lookin mad |
Bustin from the front, the goons bustin from the back |
Clique of young niggas gettin off in all black |
My goons lurk all day lookin for spots |
Tryin to find where you layin and what you got |
Might done followed you home weither you know it or not |
Until we peep something nigga we circling the block |
Keep them yoppas on deck so we ready to squab |
Nigga ridin all mornin since 7 o’clock |
I’m on yak they on pills we ready to wile |
So if you slippin and we peep you we ready to plie |
Four yoppas fifty rounds two hundred shots |
All us ridin with big toolies no Glocks |
All the yoppas off safety no locks |
Better hope yo bushes ain’t our next spot |