Lyrics:
Rather split with you (I'd rather)
Break my bank in two (We breakin')
Bust it down, then uh (Bust it bust it)
Show me how you'll raise our kids (You'll
zone might hit my dog Zo put some ice up on my pinky
Take a taste shorty say she like the ace by the bottle
Bad bitch I seen her in LA she a model
2
you off
Broad, with the cause (yeah) bitch on a mission
Keep them niggas by they nuts while you hoes be dick kissin
Missing the game, damn bitch it's
fiasco
Bright, bright, bright is the ears
All fun, game and no biz
Business, one naughty note
Rock the boat, don't rock the boat, baby
Jingle it, jingle
Treach (2X)
Dirty South, Dirty Jerz, nigga fuck what ya heard
Your talk words don't serve while we slang on the curb
We take it from a fuckin fight
me
I aint even used to take my meds
You must be out yo head
Wake up in the morning and I'm on it
Boy get out yo bed
Bust my ass right now
So I don't
hang it up
Go somewhere and hang up some 50 posters, PUNK
You speak too late, y'all prolly gon' go up to them awards
and get yo' ass whooped by B2K
I
and swirl ( A true treasure by every measure )
Here we go two lovers in the lane
Genetiles become our brain
This is more than lust
Or me trying to bust
This
The Right One, baby!
If you want it, we got it, decide it! (You got The Right One, baby!)
You got The Right One, baby!
[Forte - 2nd Verse]
Well it
just do right
There's nothing that I can do wrong, I'm too strong and I'm just too hype
Just finish the rhyme and bust it, excuse the corny metaphor
'bout breaking in my neighbor place
Gang baby, he tote gang flags breaking all the rules
They know we keep sticks like rulers, upping it, we spray
too cold like a black Pearl
Baby Bust it open make it bounce make it shake
In your birthday suit for the cake
In a coupe smoking jays
Imma make you
Shake that thang, Bust it Down Lil' Mama!
Shake that thang, Bust it Down Lil' Mama!
Shake that thang, Bust it Down Lil' Mama!
From the Bottom
Bust it down for me then you’ll be a gee
I like to see that booty on fleek
I don’t see you no more you flee
I wasn’t perfect, didn’t cross my T
But
thru the night
If this nigga keep on talkin
It’s gonna be a homicide
Baby draco on my left
Baby draco on my right
When i’m riding through the city
I
the 40
He gone get rowdy
And ya dont want that shit
Cause its gone be naughty, by nature
Fuck a playa hater
Ima come through
And ya know Im down to spray
years of lemonade
Heat of summer woke cicadas made to mark the decades
And it's boiled over, killing with CO2 like shaking baby with the soda
Coral reefs
Having so much money it takes me two weeks to count it
Baby girl got kicks, make her booty shake, she got talent
Hit it from the back, her knees shake
her down and we was round two'n it
And you was in the middle of us two an' now we doin it
Blowin on my blowpop, Now they both is chewin it
By the way
tricks
Niggas be killing for nothin
Paranoid clutchin' on somethin
Headshots, least a concussion
Pistol by me while I’m fuckin
To bust when I’m bustin
Chop
Pretty in the face need your space
When you walking by you set it off
Just by doing nothing girl you do it all
I feel like its destined to have you around
is in the building
Penthouse fashion, ordered out room service
It looked bugged cause the waiter looked nervous
Lift off the lid, seen two shiny
my love apart
You said you've always wanted someone just like me
You let me down, baby, you set me free
Whether it's wrong, or whether it's right
by
Bust me like a geyser
Straight euphoria
Baby I'm not bored of yea
Nothing to be sorry for
Oh you worry too much
We don't care about such and such
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