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the vibe, and fuck with it
Let's go
Ain't see nothing when it go down
Ain't hear nothing when it go round
These 808's bustin' doors down
Legendary shit how we

ma ******
Bustin' shots
If they bring it on call me on and we gon put it on
Put it on
One time for all ma ******
In the trenches
Two times for all ma

a superhero 
Whatever it takes, a love for always 
I loved you but I let you go

I got a love and a feelin'
I'm breakin' down walls and bustin' through ceilings

bustin’ bustin’ bustin’ out
Yea and we aiming right at they neck
Bustin’ bustin’ bustin’ shots
At your bitch yea right on her breast

Say you untouchable

PINA COLADA
Chorus start

Pina colada drink that shit
I'm in the tropics bustin on a bitch
If you wanna vibe don't force that shit
We're banging loud

Bustin' the clip 'til it's empty (Brrah)
All my niggas in the vibe, getting tipsy (Tipsy)
I'ma hit the bank 'til it's empty (Empty)
One by one, going

Words were spoken, things were broken
Pain inside's bustin' loose
Can't you hear me or come near me?
I'm callin' out but it's no use

We've been

need me
Soon as you up me on that nigga
Get to bustin'
And if I ain't enough, go get the chop

It's safe to say I earned it
Ain't nobody gave me nothin',

Bustin' out my pendants (Bitch)
Pack, yeah
See, I was destined, countin' my blessings
Now I got the whole world in my hands (Hey)
Niggas is jealous, that's

nigga

Ayy, if I ain't fucking off a Perc'
Then I'm bustin' fast
(Then I'm bustin' fast)
I'm the type to make your
Baby mama pump the gas
(Ayy, go pump

Bustin' the clip 'til it's empty (Brrah)
All my niggas in the vibe, getting tipsy (Tipsy)
I'ma hit the bank 'til it's empty (Empty)
One by one, going

These days I feel so blessed
I got plenty of money and no stress
Bustin’ out like a model who show chest
Bustin’ out like a model who show chest
I

This one's for all my trappers
If you get money, this one's for you

Whatchu know bout bustin' down a bag?
Gucci do rag, and my tracksuit black
Might

bands in the coupe (Coupe)
Bustin' out the roof
I got bands in the coupe (Coupe)
Touch me, I'll shoot (Bow)
Shake a little ass (Money)
You get a little

Pray to god I don't scream
When it's time to fry
Bustin' on these motherfuckers in my mask
Wonder if I'm hellbound?

When I die, fuck it, I wanna go

and touchin',
She hate when I leave, but she fuck like she love me
Throwback Thursday, bustin', she bustin',
Slurpin' and suckin, I hit her she comin', on God

It

Mmm, yeah, yeah
Bustin' red lights to the stu' now
Lyrics in my head got a new sound
In my own lane, just tryna stay sane
New me, give a fuck what

Shawty really bustin' my skalati Shawty really bustin' my skalati
Shawty really bustin' my skalati Shawty really bustin' my skalati
Shawty really

don't tempt me (Tempt me)
I'ma hit the bank 'til it's empty (Empty)
One by one, going straight to a ten-piece
(One by one piece)
Bustin' the clip 'til

West, we gun slang, boomerang, we bust back
Shred of dignity remains, let it hang by a thumbtack

I bust at a dumb rat, dumb rat
If you bustin’ I bust

Bustin' down a bird then I'm actin' up Money on my mind
Packs ain't enough
Gotta play for the juice
Only eights and up
Only eights and up
Gave her my

slipped up
Ayy, ‘fore he slipped up, all of my homies
They do it for real, don’t make me get up and get in that field, bitch
(Ayy) I'm bustin' clips (Ayy),

Gucci, that Louis, that Dolce Gabbana

She bustin' it open, she bustin' it like a piñata
Like a piñata, yeah, uh-huh
I need it right now, not mañana
She

why u mad u ain't gettin money 

Bustin down a pound I might smoke a onion
U kno I'm smokin loud from Monday to Sunday 
Laughing at you clowns cuz most