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letra de bussdown - trl

[intro]
camp boyz
yeah
b-tch
camp guyz, camp sh-t, bust rollie
n-gga, f-ck is you sayin’, n-gga? y’all n-ggas can’t f-ck with us, dog
and your b-tch keep grabbin’ on my chain

[verse 1]
bustdown, call your b-tch a bustdown
used to try to hold me, now she wanna f-ck now
thick-ass b-tch on my d-ck tryna f-ck now
twenty hoes on me, know they tryna bring me up now (d-mn)
bust glocks, baby j’ll hit it, it tear up blocks
stick in the club, best believe i let this b-tch rock
pull a— out the bag, make a b-tch hot (yeah)
pull a— out the mag, get a b-tch stopped

[verse 2: trl ace]
you can’t come back from what you did, you at the finish line
i ain’t red, what the f-ck i look like tuckin’ mine?
he a b-tch, watch that n-gga fold when it’s crunch time
when i’m gettin’ head from his b-tch, it be the best time
she say if i want it, i can get it, thеn i grip behind
b-tch, that ain’t no bustdown rollie, boy, them sis
try to takе a chain around this b-tch, gon’ need a suit and tie
i got a play on the floor, so, b-tch, we in and out
[verse 3]
i’m tourin’, camp boyz a hundred, we be scorin’
my b-tch from out the country, speak no english, i like all my b-tches foreign
k!ll an opp, then leave the scene, b-tch, i’m scorchin’
b-tch keep on blowin’ up my phone, why you call? it ain’t important
out in cali on rodeo, pull up porsches
blowin’ bags in this b-tch, and i’m ballin’, lookin’ like i got endors-m-nts
post a n-gga on the ‘gram, we done horsed him
with this mail, we look like money, you be tryin’, ain’t no need to try to force it

[verse 4: trl ace]
b-tch, i’m up makin’ chicken in the morning
b-tch, the bag bigger than the n-gga norbit
move at my own pace, i gotta force it?
“ace, what’s your name worth, baby?” b-tch, a fortune
my shooter got rans, could hit a n-gga from the corner
came in this b-tch without your stick, do we warn you?
them n-ggas better not make me mad, keep it cordial
i won’t double back for the head, it was horrible

[verse 5]
you want some weed, lean, a perc’, or you want some l!ck?
tell me what would you do for a trip to phipps
b-tch, you runnin’ from me, she know she can’t even take the d-ck
n-gga tried to up a strap on me, make me take a skip
sh-ttin’ on these n-ggas, i might f-ck around and take a p-ss
know this b-tch a groupie, wanna link, i told her make it quick
know this pop got some potion, let me take a sip
we in the spot getting motion, let me take a pic

- trl

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