Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Bust Down , by - SOB X RBE. Song from the album SOB X RBE, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 22.01.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: SOB X RBE
Song language: English
Bust Down |
| Uh, Margiela’s cost $ 950 |
| Fuck around and spend some time wit' me |
| Hold on, hold on, ain’t gotta lie to me |
| Keep a bad bitch, I brought a dime wit' me |
| Bust out, Yeezy 950's |
| I don’t want these broke niggas eyein' me |
| I don’t want these broke niggas nowhere by me |
| How you bust down but yo' time tickin'? |
| If you ain’t gang you can’t hang wit' me |
| Shit, I’m a lame, if a lame wit' me |
| These other niggas want the fame off me |
| I’d rather keep my .40 and my main wit' me |
| G-gang shit, but my brothers who I hang wit' |
| SOB the gang, and I could never lane switch (SOB shit) |
| How much that cost? |
| A nigga house rent |
| Thousand dollar shoes, standin' on the couch shit |
| Oh I need a rider, survivor |
| Oh I’m so glad that you signed us |
| I’m gettin' closer and closer |
| And I take you higher and higher |
| Baby show me what that cash 'bout |
| What that mouth 'bout |
| Made a nigga damn near pass out |
| While we talkin' let me tell you what my last bout |
| She start to feel a nigga, end up lettin' all her past out |
| I’m not that nigga that emotionally hurt you |
| But I know some shit that could physically work you |
| I-I got some shit that can visually serve you |
| Get mentally prepared for what I got in store, girl you know… |
| Like hold on, nigga back, back |
| If it ain’t about that cash you can have that |
| I’ll leave yo' last nigga where he stand at |
| And just to see you happy, you know he can’t stand that |
| Yeah, how you bust down but your time tickin'? |
| (broke nigga) |
| Always talkin' 'bout a foreign never ride in 'em (nigga stop lyin) |
| Broke where? |
| Bitch my shoes cost like $ 900 (these Margiela’s nigga) |
| Red bottoms wit' the spikes and I ain’t stand in line for 'em, bitch |
| I don’t say shit, I let them bands talk |
| If you see me limpin', don’t trip that’s that band walk |
| Told the bitch to slide, and when she do take them pants off |
| I’m talkin' house rent if I tell you what these pants cost |
| Probably got you nigga’s stash on me |
| Bitch I keep that cash on me |
| Rubber band stacks, and my shooter keep that Mac on me |
| Fuck them broke niggas, come and blow this money fast wit' me |
| And I ain’t trick or treatin', but you know I keep that bag on me |
| Stitch lip to the grave, I don’t drop I just knock dimes |
| And I don’t twitter beef 'em, my clip longer than a timeline |
| B-bust down Rolly, fuck around and caught frostbite |
| And leave that lame nigga if you wanna live this boss life, bitch! |
| Margiela’s cost $ 950 |
| Fuck around and spend some time wit' me |
| Hold on, hold on, ain’t gotta lie to me |
| Keep a bad bitch, I brought a dime wit' me |
| Bust out, Yeezy 950's |
| I don’t want these broke niggas eyein' me |
| I don’t want these broke niggas nowhere by me |
| How you bust down but yo' time tickin'? |