letra de head bussa - trick trick
[intro]
mother f-cker!
it ain’t no clean version of this b-tch right here!
this yo boy trick trick, the mother f-ckin’ bad guy!
i’m sick of these b-tch ass n-ggas out there
and these g-y ass, fake ass hoes
everybody got somethin’ to f-ckin’ say!
well i brought the mother f-ckin’ wonder boy
and the goon sqwad in this b-tch!
and we finna bust some mother f-ckers here!
[chorus]
f-ck these b-tches i’ll bust ’em in they head
f-ck these n-ggas i’ll bust ’em in they head
f-ck these b-tches i’ll bust ’em in they head
f-ck these n-ggas, f-ck these b-tches
f-ck these b-tches i’ll bust ’em in they head
f-ck these n-ggas i’ll bust ’em in they head
f-ck these b-tches i’ll bust ’em in they head
f-ck these n-ggas, f-ck these b-tches
[verse 1]
n-gga, i’m back to f-ck the game up
sick of these n-ggas takin’ sh-t from these lame sl-ts
you n-ggas’ hoes if you tolerate the back talk
i put a foot in they ass, ’cause how a mac walk
too many hoes and not enough pimpin’ goin’ on
she suckin’ d-ck for free, and then she goin’ home
kiss her boy in the mouth, he take her to the mall
she just gave head to sweets and it was all raw
we [?]
these hoes talk to much, i see them in the club
these hoes think they tough, i’m finna f-ck her up
these b-tches actin’ a fool, they don’t think i get ’em
these b-tches wildin’ and drinkin’ ’cause they got n-ggas with ’em
she walked right in my face, say she ain’t like me (f-ck you b-tch)
and c-cked a bottle like she was ready to fight me
i put the ho on her ass and stomped the whole crew
you could ask my ex-wife, i stomped that b-tch too
[chorus]
f-ck these b-tches i’ll bust ’em in they head
f-ck these n-ggas i’ll bust ’em in they head
f-ck these b-tches i’ll bust ’em in they head
f-ck these n-ggas, f-ck these b-tches
f-ck these b-tches i’ll bust ’em in they head
f-ck these n-ggas i’ll bust ’em in they head
f-ck these b-tches i’ll bust ’em in they head
f-ck these n-ggas, f-ck these b-tches
[verse 2]
these boys in the club gettin’ tough, gettin’ crunk
start throwin’ them b-lls and you can get f-cked up
swing the motherf-ckers this way, and watch what give
you finna permanently miss christmas from yo wife and kids
you done popped a couple e’s and now yo jaw’s tight
and that got you believin’ that you got b-lls and you can fight
but you can’t, you a b-tch, you a ho, you a f-g
you a mock ass n-gga, and we itchin’ to whoop you ass
finna buy a fifth of [?] when i’m not poppin’ the top
so when i bust you head, they think somebody’s gettin shot (boom!) motherf-cker, now come outside
and get some bullet holes, n-gga, from this mp5
it’s called an “attitude adjustment”, quick to tame [?]
and when it do motherf-cker, it’s quick to claim life
don’t be mad b-tch-n-gga, we doin’ it our way
you hate it ’cause y’all broke, and learnin’ the hard way (n-gga!)
[chorus]
f-ck these b-tches i’ll bust ’em in they head
f-ck these n-ggas i’ll bust ’em in they head
f-ck these b-tches i’ll bust ’em in they head
f-ck these n-ggas, f-ck these b-tches
f-ck these b-tches i’ll bust ’em in they head
f-ck these n-ggas i’ll bust ’em in they head
f-ck these b-tches i’ll bust ’em in they head
f-ck these n-ggas, f-ck these b-tches
[verse 3]
we holdin’ ’em up, you see the squad tuckin’ chains, and they throwin’ em up
ready to bang, got them thangs, and they loadin’ ’em up
one in to your [?], to your lane, and they foldin’ ’em up
we ain’t playin’ with you b-tch-ass
y’all was tough about a minute ago
now it’s plain to see to the club that you n-ggas is hoes
’cause they whoopin’ him out his clothes, stompin’ him to the floor
beatin’ him to the door, he ain’t comin’ back here no more
detroit! atl, [?], [?] the hater, what you do? (f-ck ’em up)
n-gga what? (f-ck ’em up)
birmingham, mississippi, [?], [?] the hater, what you do? (f-ck ’em up)
n-gga what? (f-ck ’em up)
cashville, carolina, miami, [?] the hater, what you do? (f-ck ’em up)
n-gga what? (f-ck ’em up)
east side, west side, south side, [?] the hater, what you do? (f-ck ’em up)
n-gga what? (f-ck ’em up)
[chorus]
f-ck these b-tches i’ll bust ’em in they head
f-ck these n-ggas i’ll bust ’em in they head
f-ck these b-tches i’ll bust ’em in they head
f-ck these n-ggas, f-ck these b-tches
f-ck these b-tches i’ll bust ’em in they head
f-ck these n-ggas i’ll bust ’em in they head
f-ck these b-tches i’ll bust ’em in they head
f-ck these n-ggas, f-ck these b-tches
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