Bussin - Doe Boy/Southside.mp3

[00:00.000] 作词 : Cotrell Dennard/Joshua Luellen/Symere Woods
[00:00.773] 作曲 : Cotrell Dennard/Joshua Luellen/Symere Woods
[00:01.546]They niggas said, "**** me" His bitch like me and he broker than me (Doe Beezy, Doe Beezy
[00:06.317]Oh, really? (Yeah)
[00:07.920](What? Gang, what?)
[00:10.578]Gang (Gang)
[00:12.696]What, what, what
[00:14.030]Let's go, let's go
[00:15.092](Ayy, Southside, ayy, Southside)
[00:16.146]Pills turn a nigga to a junkie (Yeah)
[00:16.686]Came out the mud, sip muddy (Muddy)
[00:18.014]Geekin' ho peon be thinkin' I'm lackin', he play with this, get bloody (Let's go)
[00:21.749]I geek out with this thirty (Thirty)
[00:23.608]Hit the mall, blow a whole thirty (Let's go)
[00:25.465]My youngin', he really a savage, he caught him a body and thought it was funny (Hah)
[00:29.457]Bitch ass boy said **** m
[00:31.051]Really just mad 'cause his bitch wanna **** me (That's crazy, fool
[00:32.913]Young nigga flexin', I play with a check, ain't no bitch that can say (I dumped me, cuttin' a check
[00:36.631]God in the hood, I run it (I run it), name it, I done it (Yeah)
[00:40.352]Lil' nigga ain't know nothin' (No, no)
[00:42.215]His bitch only thing 'round him bussin' (Oh, really?
[00:44.070]Went to his Mama house, shot up her crib, said we went too far (Said we went too far, brr, brr)
[00:47.529]Can't catch me in traffic, 160 the dash, can't hit this car (Skrrt, skrrt)
[00:51.237]He think she faithful, she need a rich nigga, his bitch get bought (Mwha
[00:54.966]Same nigga I used to smack up, bitch, when you get this hard (That's crazy, bitch
[00:58.698]Trauma teachin' lil' niggas they better not play with the bird (Uh-uh, Freebandz)
[01:02.416]I got this.50, get murdered, can't go out like Ja Rule on earth (Don't do that, Doe Beezy)
[01:06.132]He tried to jump in the streets and his brains got left on the curb (bitch ass nigga
[01:09.600]Geekin' off pills, I wanna shoot at everything that get on my nerves (Brr, brr)
[01:13.310](Think I'm playin')
[01:14.101]Friday, ride through they hood on a bike, might kick they trash (Might kick they trash)
[01:17.304]But I'm Doe Beezy, I ain't lil' Chris and they ain't gon' whip my ass, you dig? (Fool)
[01:21.057]Lambo' too fast, better get out the way when I'm backin' out (Woo, shit)
[01:24.777]Go get a shooter, we shoot up the nigga he braggin' 'bout (Brr, brr)
[01:27.968]I call his bitch and I'm smashin', she know a young nigga havin' (Young nigga havin', Freebandz
[01:31.963]He come 'round here, actin', castin', he gon' end up in a casket
[01:35.696]I had my shooter pull up, hit his basket
[01:37.289]Said he want drama, my niggas dramatic (Let's go)
[01:38.890]RBM, murder fanatic (Gang)
[01:41.015]These niggas *******, belong in a pageant (bitch
[01:42.878]I can't **** with 'em, he rat, don't **** with' 'em, we make you get him tatted (Let's go
[01:46.607]Your favorite rapper, he a bitch, I bet he gon' panic, I reach for his Patek (Nah, for real
[01:50.320]Heard he was ballin' so I sent a hitter, my young nigga came through and he batted (Brr, brr)
[01:54.059]Rollie don't Tick-tock, but reach for this bitch, watch this bitch gon' start dancin
[01:57.798]Yeah, man, that bitch ain't nothin
[01:59.396]I ain't even really want her touch, yeah (Oh, really?)
[02:01.542]Put together all my rhymes, but I'm far from a buster
[02:04.982]Make your bitch wait in line, niggas gotta catch up just like mustard
[02:08.979]Every girl with me, probably done suck some
[02:10.567]She said, "You got on too much money"
[02:12.698]She know my bitch gave her hush money (Ayy)
[02:14.569]I buy her Louis V like hush puppies (Ayy, yeah)
[02:16.168]I don't got it, eat got drug stomach
[02:18.023]Take a G-6, I feel like I got vomit
[02:20.152]Gettin' money, I swear that I got hot (What?)
[02:21.738]I remember when I used to sleep on a cot (Huh?)
[02:23.611]Drug lord, yeah, my neck, it got rocks
[02:25.740]I love whores but she love all the guap
[02:27.325]Now she in my tracts while suckin' up dick
[02:29.206]Baby diamonds on all my Gucci socks (Yeah)
[02:31.052]Stay with beams on bottom my Glock
[02:32.912]Pull out fifty-seven, I just opened the lock (Yeah)
[02:34.775]Man, I knew I had it because I got a lot
[02:36.638]So many cars, I need to go buy a lot
[02:38.489]Bitch, I'm hot like a Cheeto, black like Don Cheadle
[02:40.352]Oh, that's your baby? Put her in fetal
[02:42.214]Eternal Atake, open her keyhole (Yeah)
[02:43.816]Got a D-Eagle, clip on it see through (Oh)
[02:45.670]I got the Draco, don't think you heard me (Yeah)
[02:47.531]I make it fly, just like a birdie (Brr)
[02:49.657]Niggas, they fake like a perc 30 (Yeah)
[02:51.256]Put holes in his shirt, just like a jersey (Brr)
[02:53.119]Niggas they think that we cool (Yeah)
[02:55.259]Like Black-Eyed Peas, I will piss on your bitches like she Fergie (Yeah)
[02:57.100]Did it on purpose
[02:58.163]Birkin, I purse it (Yeah)
[02:58.957]In front of the opps, act like a virgin
[03:00.566]Where this shit come? Took all this purging
[03:02.418]The killers **** with me, they gon' reimburse me
[03:04.292]Marni on Marni, bitch, I can get nerdy
[03:06.140]Pink diamonds on me, they look just like Kirby
[03:08.001]She arch from the back, man, that bitch keep it sturdy
[03:09.865]Drive around NYC like I'm not dirty
[03:11.740]Pills turn a nigga to a junkie (Yeah)
[03:13.598]Came out the mud, sip muddy (Doe Beezy)
[03:15.457]Geekin' ho peon be thinkin' I'm lackin', he play with this, get bloody (Doe Beezy)
[03:18.928]I geek out with this thirty (Thirty)
[03:21.040]Hit the mall, blow a whole thirty (Let's go)
[03:22.642]My youngin', he really a savage, he caught him a body and thought it was funny (Caught him, caught him a body)
[03:26.357]Bitch ass boy said **** m
[03:28.213]Really just mad 'cause his bitch wanna **** me (Fool)
[03:30.086]Young nigga flexin', I play with a check, ain't no bitch that can say (Fool)
[03:33.796]God in the hood, I run it (I run it), name it, I done it (Yeah)
[03:35.917]Lil' nigga ain't know nothin' (No, no)
[03:37.775]His bitch only thing 'round him bussin' (Oh, really?
[03:41.503]Lil' nigga ain't know nothin' (No, no)
[03:46.033]Lil' ass nigga, pee-wee ass nigga (Yeah, still bussin', oh, really?)
[03:46.829]Yeah, then we shot at that nigga cousin
[03:51.337]Oh, really? (Yeah)