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letra de bayline anthem - bussdown pesos

[verse 1: bussdown pesos]
yeah, ah, we blasting
kick the door, we jacking
blowback, we packing
no questions, we wack them
them n-ggas know, we acting
push a n-gga sh-t backwards
when n-ggas on the other side, said they looking for me lacking
no cappin’, you cappin’, sh-t talking when i’m rapping
dope slinging, i’m trapping
chain hanging, i’m sn-tching
what it say, i’m [?]
you pupper, i’m cracking
you broke cause you lack a shot n-gga, no bragging
in the field, john madden
it’s a movie, no acting
keep it on me, no lacking
gun on me, don’t ax sh-t
you n-ggas there with no action
pull up and we gon’ crash you
bullets make them do a back flip, gymnastics
[?], scandalous, i’m crafty
hit for a hun’ and now your b-tch calling my daddy
she said she love me cause her n-gga got her unhappy
clutching on my forty while the policе trying to harass me
[verse 2: dirt rich]
stop with all that flexing, boy you broke as sh-t, knock off
all my n-ggas k!llеrs, if you trippin’ you get knocked off
i be sipping drink, i love the mud, i love to work hard
i was taught to get it back and stay away from cop cars
everywhere i go they know my name i’m like a rock star
yeah i keep that thing and i pop you like a pop tart
stop with all the faking, boy you lame, you is not hard
yeah i keep that thing and i pop you like a pop tart
baby getting sloppy in a ‘rari
i done brought the thing and it’s a party
she was shaking ass like cardi
yeah i gotta hide, she my little toti
baby getting sloppy in a ‘rari
i done brought the thing and it’s a party
she was shaking ass like cardi
yeah i gotta hide, she my little toti

[verse 3: rob vicious]
been on bullsh-t and i can’t stop, and i won’t stop till the chop cl!ck
most of these n-ggas not sh-t, just pop a lot of that hot sh-t
same pistol i flex would be the same you get popped with
you would think i was from china the way i fell in love with these chopsticks
you ain’t gang n-gga, be cautious
on this side, we live lawless
broke b-tches make me nauseous
n-gga we ain’t taking no losses
baby i ain’t got no conscious
i ain’t mean stupid, i’m honest
i got chopper rounds in my closet
and i hate n-ggas, i promise
we don’t walk around with no wallet, at least a couple bands in my pocket
you don’t walk it n-gga, you talk it
keep on talking i’m gonna chalk ’em
stop it, ay lil’ rob you got a problem
i can’t listen to no b-tch, i never listened to my momma
n-ggas love to play the role until it’s time to do the drama
b-tch i’m about my money rolls, say b-tch i’m all about the dollars
say b-tch i’m all about my dough, look b-tch i’m all about the commas
lil’ n-gga you a hoe and you remind my of yo moma (gang)
trying to keep my cool for like a n-gga fina spaz out
lil’ rob is making moves is what them p-ssy n-ggas mad about
and i did done it all on twenty [?] from my dads house
and all i do is ball, say all a n-gga do is cash out

- bussdown pesos

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