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letra de bussin - yung keeta

[chorus]
yeah i’m off a perc and i’m bussin’ b-tch
sippin’ on tec not tussin’ b-tch
that choppa knock off your cousin b-tch
everyone know i’m running sh-t, huh
i keep f-cking up guess i’m not good at that loving sh-t
flare, b-tch but i digress
yeah, she let me bust on her chest, ’cause she know that i do it best, yeah
i’m having fun with her face and i’m finna clean that mess, yeah
f-ck that school i can’t f-ck with no [?]
that b-tch treesh i ain’t f-cking with that
she in the whip and she loving the scat

[verse 1]
she needa learn her lesson
she like how i’m dressing
talking bout the sh-t i’m doing boy then come correct it
they hate how i’m flexing
i mean b-tch i gеt it
i mean i’m just guessing
but i bet thеy hate they life
come at me you acting wrong
promise we gon’ make it right
i’m the one they betting on
said that sh-t a thousand times
i be geeking out and tweaking out i lived a thousand lives
you thought that your b-tch was faithful, she ride like mountain bike
[chorus]
yeah i’m off a perc and i’m bussin’ b-tch
sippin’ on tec not tussin’ b-tch
that choppa knock off your cousin b-tch
everyone know i’m running sh-t, huh
i keep f-cking up guess i’m not good at that loving sh-t
flare, b-tch but i digress
yeah, she let me bust on her chest, ’cause she know that i do it best, yeah
i’m having fun with her face and i’m finna clean that mess, yeah
f-ck that school i can’t f-ck with no [?]
that b-tch treesh i ain’t f-cking with that
she in the whip and she loving the scat

[verse 2]
i got the whip going one-hundred-sixty
b-tch i’m wearing miyake no issey
b-tch she said that he a g-y so you sissy
and the b-tch that you with she fishy
and that b-tch that you with she trife
i been with the gang for life
i got brothers that bang for life
i got brothers that bang for real
i got brothers that shootin’ to k!ll
i got brothers that signing a deal
and gang just made ’em a mil’
so bad i’m tryna know how it feel
know that i’m really going for real
like [?] i’m way too sick too ill
i’m way too sick finna pop my pill
talk your sh-t get cooked like a grill
[chorus]
yeah i’m off a perc and i’m bussin’ b-tch
sippin’ on tec not tussin’ b-tch
that choppa knock off your cousin b-tch
everyone know i’m running sh-t, huh
i keep f-cking up guess i’m not good at that loving sh-t
flare, b-tch but i digress
yeah, she let me bust on her chest, ’cause she know that i do it best, yeah
i’m having fun with her face and i’m finna clean that mess, yeah
f-ck that school i can’t f-ck with no [?]
that b-tch treesh i ain’t f-cking with that
she in the whip and she loving the scat

- yung keeta

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