Came out busting Came out puffing Came out fucking On your cousin I do all these floozies worser Than they daddy, but you love her You in trouble, I'm lil' sunny I go barbecue with Satan That's your busy, it ain't shit I went shopping, left it running Check my hundreds, check my onion We watch cable at my Auntie's Cause my papa wasn't trapping But my uncle onto something Mr. Magic Billy Batson Mr. Magic Billy Batson Miss me with that loco hating On a nigga, get it cracking
I'm not surprised, I'm on the rise Been on a ride, wet as my eyes Spare me the lie, just hold it down All I require, just hold it down They go shit talking when we not around Niggas be hating with feet on the ground Got that lil' jit with a beat on the couch Nut on her coochie and then beat on her mouth
Came out bussin, came out bussin Came out bussin, came out bussin Came out bussin, came out bussin Came out bussin, came out bussin Came out bussin, came out bussin Came out bussin, came out bussin Came out bussin, came out bussin Came out bussin, came out bussin
I’m road runnin', I'm so cunning High tech digit, flat four button Bad boy shawty, that boy probably Nascar Audi, Swanton Bomb it Two white bitches, still gon' pick it Fly shit kick it, still cold digit Young like Slizzy, get back witcha Step back, hit em with the step back swish it Hey nigga, hoping that her nut might glisten Shit might triple, shit might whistle She might hit you, Willy Wonka, in my codeine Then my nigga I been stacking for a really When he pull up, they gon' pay back You went platinum up in prison I'm just floating on a river Please be cunning, please be gorgeous Please be with it, please be for it Never do donuts in your foreign Never pay, hey, well I do it Never control it, I can't control itTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
