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letra de pcp - krane & b. lewis

[intro/chorus]
i been, f-ckin’, bussin’ out everyone ’round me
i been, f-ckin’, bussin’ out everyone ’round me, n-gga
i been, f-ckin’, bussin’ out everyone ’round me
i been, f-ckin’-
i been, f-ckin’-

[verse 1]
bussin’ out everyone ’round me n-gga
and they count me out as logic got them plottin’
and all of them be droppin’ till they drowsy, n-gga
i told them that i’m lucky that they found me, n-gga
i was playin’ with the pistol, brought the browning, n-gga
caught a paper from the rip, i pick a n-gga off the top;
if they quick, they ain’t gone from the bounty, n-gga

and i’ma push it back
till i equip a mac
still sittin’ sideways, tryna push a pack
straight up ghosts, they lookin’ back
they’re only talk. when they tough they name the n-gga they lookin’ at
i done made a hundred bodies for every place that i been in
he done caught a body for every face in attendance
we can bring your partners, want everything from the (?)
if a n-gga part of a fight, gonna levitate to ascendence

[chorus]
i been, f-ckin’, bussin’ out everyone ’round me
i been, f-ckin’, bussin’ out everyone ’round me, n-gga
i been, f-ckin’, bussin’ out everyone ’round me
i been, f-ckin’-
i been, f-ckin’-

i been, f-ckin’, bussin’ out everyone ’round me
i been, f-ckin’, bussin’ out everyone ’round me

[verse 2]
get your phone out
’cause your favorite rapper walkin’ by the wrong house
you know the deuce fun, i might just pull this card and
then see what’s on the motherf-ckin’ song now
cause i was really gettin’ a feel you were stumblin’, n-gga
f-ck in the dope game had it rumblin’, n-gga
patty-caked up on his hoe, we told ’em “baby would you want me?” and if they took a mistake then we would bundle a n-gga
i’m back. (blat!)
i might step on (?) in the yard
in a different lane with this strap sh-t
same heat though, just dash when these k!llas be p-ssin’
run up on the same n-gga i was on a track with
back up!
my leg done came up
for you to bring my name up
like i’m close to y’all. hope to god that your father die
if it’s really on me, n-gga, i’m k!lling both of y’all! (lord have mercy)

- krane b lewis

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