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letra de let it bust (demo) - king von

let it bust (demo) lyrics
intro: polo g & king von]
uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
von

[chorus: polo g & king von]
i keep calling plays, like i’m phil jackson
we got glocks and ‘k’s, ’cause the field crackin’ (grrah, grrah)
goofy better tuck his chain (what?)
my lil’ vultures will sn-tch it (huh? huh?)
you can die a hundred ways, don’t blink, ’cause it will happen (boom, boom)
i ain’t in no rush to save (nah)
i drove real fast (yeah, yeah)
my b-tch bad like she will not behave (huh?)
she get real ratchet (yeah, yeah)
long nights in the dog pound (d-mn)
what if i was still trappin’? (what? huh?)
baby ar make ’em fall down (rah, rah, rah, rah, rah)
hunnid shots, he’s still clappin’

[verse 1: polo g & king von]
he think he turnt up, he finally seen me, yeah, we been havin’ (who?)
my squad don’t give no f-ck, we tear sh-t up, just like i’m bin laden (go)
runnin’ to thеm bucks (run), my gucci scuffed (run), now i got rich habits (run)
i done had enough, might lеt it bust if they don’t quit cappin’ (d-mn, d-mn, d-mn)
uh, now reload and i can’t see straight off the x, ’cause i just keep rollin’ (yeah, i just keep rollin’)
sippin’ henny in my cup, i can’t keep focus (i been sippin’)
he cuffed that b-tch, he fell in love, i make her deep throat it
[verse 2: king von]
you know von (von), i’m known to go in (go)
n-ggas hoes, they be wearin’ sew-ins (yeah, yeah)
i got out, f-cked five of her friends
bet a b-tch won’t cheat on me again
i get out my body, i got bodies, this a hobby, n-gga (yeah, yeah, huh?)
i get out that pill, i’m gon’ score and shaq can’t stop me, n-gga (boom, boom, boom, boom)
your main b-tch, i probably hit her (yeah), and your homie sister (uh-huh)
even though that’s folk’s cousin (yeah), man, f-ck lil mister (f-ck, boom, boom, boom)
out here since a shorty, kept a .40, i would never worry (nah, nah)
teacher ask me what i want to do, i told her shoot (huh? what? huh?)
she think i’m talkin’ about some steph curry (boom, boom, boom)
man, n-ggas better hurry, hurry (run)
we throwin’ hail mary’s (grrah), you catch this, you gettin’ buried (boom, boom, boom)
smokin’ on that terry berry, they left him bl–dy mary (ooh)
these n-ggas play, act like they g-y
i pull up with more clips than tyler perry (rah, rah)

[chorus: polo g & king von]
i keep calling plays, like i’m phil jackson (callin’ plays)
we got glocks and ‘k’s, ’cause the field crackin’ (huh? grrah, grrah)
goofy better tuck his chain, man, my lil’ vultures will sn-tch it ( what? huh? huh?)
you can die a hundred ways, don’t blink, ’cause it will happen (boom, boom)
i ain’t in no rush to save (huh? huh?), i drove real fast (yeah, yeah)
my b-tch bad like she will not behave (what?)
she get real ratchet (yeah, yeah)
long nights in the dog pound, what if i was still trappin’? (d-mn)
baby ar make ’em fall down, hunnid shots, he’s still clappin’ (rah, rah, rah)

- king von

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