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letra de bustin' rhymes (broken heart)* - gunna

lyrics from snippet

[chorus]
never mind me, i’m back to bustin’ rhymes (know)
outta sight and outta mind, i been on my mind
she came from the other side and she tellin’ lies (lies)
[?] b-tch [?] to ride like a special [?] (special)
body tone, hands and eyes that’ll hypnotize (oh)
young shorty fine (fine), i done met her kind (kind)
ever once since i been signed she done been a dime (dime)
b-tch got hips and lips, they say, that sh-t i like (swear)
i mean, i hit and double dip, but knew she’d be ight (ight)
can’t cap me down a patek, didn’t come from the nine to five (i know)
this swappin’, spittin’, suckin’ d-ck, you wanna win a prize? (tell me)
mink with a n-gga, ap wrist get called an action prize
[verse 1]
invite yo’ b-tch, known for a blessin’ (yes)
underneath her [?], just have a n-gga stressin’ hard
poach ’em out a check, stayin’ focused, not depressed
gotta treat you like the rest, i ain’t fixin’ up no broken heart (heart)
know you want a perfect picture like a polaroid (polaroid)
i just wanna park the coupe inside your home garage (home garage)
now i got the midas touch, ain’t givin’ no massage (no massage)
steady poppin’, steady charge a n-gga like a dodge (dodge)
[?] penny stockings, uh
f-ck and cut her off, won’t call her back, the b-tch is toxic, uh
locked her up like “f-ck, i gotta send her to the doctor”
wrote a book about it, i done made the b-tch an author (oh)

[chorus]
never mind me, i’m back to bustin’ rhymes (know)
outta sight and outta mind, i been on my mind
she came from the other side and she tellin’ lies (lies)
[?] b-tch [?] to ride like a special [?] (special)
body tone, hands and eyes that’ll hypnotize (oh)
young shorty fine (fine), i done met her kind (kind)
ever once since i been signed she done been a dime (dime)
b-tch got hips and lips, they say, that sh-t i like (swear)
i mean, i hit and double dip, but knew she’d be ight (ight)
can’t cap me down a patek, didn’t come from the nine to five (i know)
this swappin’, spittin’, suckin’ d-ck, you wanna win a prize? (tell me)
mink with a n-gga, ap wrist get called an action prize
[verse 2]
…throw it like we playin’ frisbee
salt k!ll snails and heal players and that’s no kizzy
you can’t let me cut you in, get yo’ own bentleys…
…[?] ‘cause his hoe friendly
big ole boss, i cut you off, i don’t want no dealings
you must be [?] us fasho, so it’s gon’ be a minute

- gunna

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