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letra de bust down - sob x rbe

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[chorus: yhung t.o.]
uh, margiela’s cost $950
f-ck around and spend some time wit’ me
hold on, hold on, ain’t gotta lie to me
keep a bad b-tch, i brought a dime wit’ me
bust out, yeezy 950’s
i don’t want these broke n-ggas eyein’ me
i don’t want these broke n-ggas nowhere by me
how you bust down but yo’ time tickin’?

[verse 1: yhung t.o.]
if you ain’t gang you can’t hang wit’ me
sh-t, i’m a lame, if a lame wit’ me
these other n-ggas want the fame off me
i’d rather keep my .40 and my main wit’ me
g-gang sh-t, but my brothers who i hang wit’
sob the gang, and i could never lane switch (sob sh-t)
how much that cost? a n-gga house rent
thousand dollar shoes, standin’ on the couch sh-t
oh i need a rider, survivor
oh i’m so glad that you signed us
i’m gettin’ closer and closer
and i take you higher and higher
baby show me what that cash ’bout
what that mouth ’bout
made a n-gga d-mn near p-ss out
while we talkin’ let me tell you what my last bout
she start to feel a n-gga, end up lettin’ all her past out
i’m not that n-gga that emotionally hurt you
but i know some sh-t that could physically work you
i-i got some sh-t that can visually serve you
get mentally prepared for what i got in store, girl you know…
like hold on, n-gga back, back
if it ain’t about that cash you can have that
i’ll leave yo’ last n-gga where he stand at
and just to see you happy, you know he can’t stand that

[verse 2: slimmy b]
yeah, how you bust down but your time tickin’? (broke n-gga)
always talkin’ ’bout a foreign never ride in ’em (n-gga stop lyin)
broke where? b-tch my shoes cost like $900 (these margiela’s n-gga)
red bottoms wit’ the spikes and i ain’t stand in line for ’em, b-tch
i don’t say sh-t, i let them bands talk
if you see me limpin’, don’t trip that’s that band walk
told the b-tch to slide, and when she do take them pants off
i’m talkin’ house rent if i tell you what these pants cost
probably got you n-gga’s stash on me
b-tch i keep that cash on me
rubber band stacks, and my shooter keep that mac on me
f-ck them broke n-ggas, come and blow this money fast wit’ me
and i ain’t trick or treatin’, but you know i keep that bag on me
st-tch lip to the grave, i don’t drop i just knock dimes
and i don’t twitter beef ’em, my clip longer than a timeline
b-bust down rolly, f-ck around and caught frostbite
and leave that lame n-gga if you wanna live this boss life, b-tch!

[chorus+: yhung t.o.]
margiela’s cost $950
f-ck around and spend some time wit’ me
hold on, hold on, ain’t gotta lie to me
keep a bad b-tch, i brought a dime wit’ me
bust out, yeezy 950’s
i don’t want these broke n-ggas eyein’ me
i don’t want these broke n-ggas nowhere by me
how you bust down but yo’ time tickin’?

- sob x rbe

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