Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Busters, artist - TreeDate of issue: 14.05.2013
Song language: English
Busters |
| Kiss my ass, my realest homies know me |
| If I got it then you got it, you ain’t even gotta ask |
| Fuck you, too, talking like you hung around |
| And did something special, but it benefited you |
| Bitch, go to hell, living in this life I’ve been in love, you’d never tell |
| Enjoying 'em and spoiling 'em with whatever they wear |
| But she don’t see your dream, damn, she don’t even care |
| Moment that you make it everybody say they helped |
| That’s when everybody turns on everybody else |
| Sooner or later fuck ‘em all till ain’t nobody left |
| I, do this for my city, for my city that I rep |
| I, blew up in the city that them other niggas left |
| I, did It, I shit it, ain’t nobody fucking with me |
| Got a big house in the burbs and a condo in the city |
| Rap money got me fucking hella broads |
| Got me counting hella fifties |
| Busters tryna talk about me, ask me if I care, tho |
| Tryna keep me on the ground, I’ll be in the air, tho |
| Bunch of other phony niggas smiling in my face |
| I don’t know what this is,? |
| Busters tryna talk about me, ask me if I care, tho |
| Tryna keep me on the ground, I’ll be in the air, tho |
| Bunch of other phony niggas smiling in my face |
| I don’t know what this is,? |
| Nigga getting booked, good luck, my show’s paid |
| They flying me to Vegas and London for days |
| And I’m sorry that your chance of getting on could just fade |
| When I walk up in the building he got three-four niggas with em |
| He got 3−4 zips of lemon, that’s that loud you can hear ‘em but you probably |
| can’t get near ‘em |
| ‘Cause the lobby full of bitches and they fighting for a picture |
| The cops is getting stricter, they asking |
| Which one would you like? |
| And I say the thicker |
| And I’mma take a sister and she ain’t Rollin' wit' us |
| Life of a rap star, nigga hit it big, sold packs out the trap car |
| Duckin' from the pigs, old friends hating on me |
| I don’t owe them niggas shit |
| Same ones talk about you, jealous ‘cause you rich |
| Why you jumping out of Benzes, 20 inch lorenz’s |
| Homie that gonna be around, who you split your ends with |
| And that’s just how we ended, and that’s just how we end it |
| Busters tryna talk about me, ask me if I care, tho |
| Tryna keep me on the ground, I’ll be in the air, tho |
| Bunch of other phony niggas smiling in my face |
| I don’t know what this is,? |
| Busters tryna talk about me, ask me if I care, tho |
| Tryna keep me on the ground, I’ll be in the air, tho |
| Bunch of other phony niggas smiling in my face |
| I don’t know what this is,? |