Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Bussin, artist - Trouble. Date of issue: 06.03.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Bussin |
| OG’s, young niggas, niggas younger than them |
| Bussin! |
| They all bussin for Trouble Trouble |
| They all bussin for Trouble Trouble |
| They all bussin for Trouble Trouble |
| OG’s, young niggas, niggas younger than them |
| Bussin! |
| Think it’s a game, don’t advise you put my name on wax |
| Gooniez shoot off them same lips that put my name on a track |
| While I just sit back and sing them lullabies (Rockabye baby) |
| Another pussy die |
| On the pill I got from Fat Mack strategizing for my empire |
| I’m a asshole by nature just like Trae Tha Truth it’s spitting fire |
| And I’m not a lie |
| Want to put me under the test |
| Then grab the .357 the murder weapon just to let you niggas know I ain’t flexin' |
| No shell casings to pick up so I ain’t worried about you catching me |
| Was taught don’t talk about shit so I ain’t worried about a snitch |
| Now I can do like my big homies used to do |
| Just for the rush with automatics it’s a house move don’t forget to blast |
| Bussin! |
| They all bussin for Trouble Trouble |
| They all bussin for Trouble Trouble |
| They all bussin for Trouble Trouble |
| OG’s, young niggas, niggas younger than them |
| Bussin! |
| They all bussin for Trouble Trouble |
| They all bussin for Trouble Trouble |
| They all bussin for Trouble Trouble |
| OG’s, young niggas, niggas younger than them |
| Bussin! |
| Salute to my fam who shoot every time Trouble Trouble tell 'em to |
| Salute to my niggas who shoot just to say I did it |
| 'Cuz I fucks with you |
| Real battlefield Wayne Perry type of beef |
| You the type to tuck your chain I’m tryna make a name |
| (Watch this x3) |
| Watch this, watch this, watch this |
| Some emotions going to be hit (They gon' be hit) |
| Watch this, watch this, watch this |
| Get at me you gonna get spinned |
| Big dog Trouble no mercy that’s the code |
| Only mob members and mercs will do anything (I know x3) |
| I touch down and cause hell out of that jail cell |
| December 17th 2011 with some killers reppin' |
| And all my dogs ain’t no peons, we all bosses |
| It’s just their precision to make your families hate them losses |
| Bussin! |
| They all bussin for Trouble Trouble |
| They all bussin for Trouble Trouble |
| They all bussin for Trouble Trouble |
| OG’s, young niggas, niggas younger than them |
| Bussin! |
| They all bussin for Trouble Trouble |
| They all bussin for Trouble Trouble |
| They all bussin for Trouble Trouble |
| OG’s, young niggas, niggas younger than them |
| Bussin! |