Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Buss Down, artist - Yella Beezy. Album song Lite Work, Vol. 2, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 20.12.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Hitco
Song language: English
Buss Down |
Bust down, bust down |
Got everything off the bust down |
Bust down, bust down, bust down |
Got everything off the bust down, hey |
Got everything off the bust down |
My nigga throw me zones like a touchdown |
Big old forty, yeah come and clutch now |
Fuck around and get this bitch shut down |
Silly ass bitches wanna fuck now |
You want some pounds, boy I got a bus now |
Throw it in the air, watch it come down |
Got everything off the bust down |
Got everything off the bust down |
My nigga throw me zones like a touchdown |
Big old forty, yeah come and clutch now |
Fuck around and get this bitch shut down |
Silly ass bitches wanna fuck now |
You want some pounds, boy I got a bus now |
Throw it in the air, watch it come down |
Got everything off the bust down |
Bust down, bust down, bust down, bust down |
Bust down, bust down, got everything off the bust down |
Bust down, bust down, bust down, bust down |
Bust down, bust down, silly ass bitch, you a bust down |
Got everything off the bust down |
Silly ass bitch, you wanna fuck now |
And my niggas stuff it cut up now |
Fuck around and get this bitch shut down |
Got more loans than touchdown |
Trap money comin' in clutch now |
Silly bitches wanna try to cuff now |
Silly bitches get off my nuts now |
Stackin' this paper to the ceiling |
Boy I’m tryna make me a killing |
Got them niggas up in they feelings |
You ain’t gotta have hands, I know you feel me |
Pussy niggas say they wanna kill me |
Fresh when I’m steppin' in the building |
Money stretch down like gildings |
Know your bitch want sexual healing, hey |
Baby won’t you come and swing my way |
Come and drive the pounds on the highway |
Nigga say that he want a five piece |
Say a nigga thank God that it’s Friday, hey |
Nigga money taller than a skyscrape |
Got the eagle sittin' on my waist |
Baby girl, no you’re not my taste |
But if you run a pound you can be my date, hey |
Got the pack in on a Sunday, hey |
Had them hoes gone on a Monday, hey |
Had the bitch goin' up on a Tuesday, hey |
And I knocked the bitch down on hump day, hey |
They say they want a deck, tell 'em come play, hey |
I’ma get rich bitch, one day, hey |
Make twenty bands off one play, hey |
Say I know it’s finna be a fun day, hey |
Got everything off the bust down |
My nigga throw me zones like a touchdown |
Big old forty, yeah come and clutch now |
Fuck around and get this bitch shut down |
Silly ass bitches wanna fuck now |
You want some pounds, boy I got a bus now |
Throw it in the air, watch it come down |
Got everything off the bust down |
Bust down, bust down, bust down, bust down |
Bust down, bust down, got everything off the bust down |
Bust down, bust down, bust down, bust down |
Bust down, bust down, silly ass bitch, you a bust down |
Everything in here gettin' bust down |
Runnin' through the zone like a touchdown |
Law’s at the door, everything gettin' flushed down |
Stupid bitch call me, got a nigga like what now? |
What now? |
what now? |
problems every week |
Can’t even meet 'cause the law’s on the street |
Got a couple pounds, came in last week |
Extra gram and the pot on my cheek |
Right hand, left hand, do it no hands |
Hit this shit again, tryna whip me a Benz |
Trap one deep, I don’t need no friends |
Got the heart on the calendar, got the boys in the can |
I was gettin' money ever since I was a pup |
Onions stacked up, all black, hockey pucks |
Cookin' up drop, got the yellow like piss |
Had the thing bust down like my wrist, woo, hey |
I got the pack for the low, you get the pack at the door |
Back at the store, I had them stacks overload, too much weed, it can’t close |
I do magic with the bowls, too much traffic, gotta close, I can’t go back bein' |
broke |
I got them bands off the coke, I remember I had to trap at the store |
Can’t hang out if it ain’t 'bout money |
Bust down an onion, make fourteen hundred |
Eight ball of soft gon' cost one-fifty |
P’s six-fifty of the midget, come get it |
Thirty-nine hundred get you a Big Mac |
chopped up like Tic-Tacs |
Front you a pack then a nigga won’t switch |
Quarter bricks two-fifty, ain’t no extras |
Got everything off the bust down |
My nigga throw me zones like a touchdown |
Big old forty, yeah come and clutch now |
Fuck around and get this bitch shut down |
Silly ass bitches wanna fuck now |
You want some pounds, boy I got a bus now |
Throw it in the air, watch it come down |
Got everything off the bust down |
Bust down, bust down, bust down, bust down |
Bust down, bust down, got everything off the bust down |
Bust down, bust down, bust down, bust down |
Bust down, bust down, silly ass bitch, you a bust down |