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homage (sped up) - busta rhymes lyrics

[intro: future]
wheezy outta here

[verse 1: kodak black]
i had to start takin’ them jiggles and drinkin’, that liquor be makin’ me violent
i knew she was shakin’ her n*gga, the way i was hittin’ on caveman’s island
hot like the chain from a stripper, she ridin’ my pole, she climbin’ and slidin’
i turn that ho to a housewife, you can’t even spеll that sh*t without it
i took my dawg out the project, after еvery show, i give ’em few thousand
the first time i met the ho, ‘fore i s*xed ho, asked her if she knew wale
took a perc’ and i call her, and when i try offer it, she told me she just do molly
i already got nine, so instead of the ‘rari, i’ma just cop the bugatti
had to bust a few shotters and ride for a don
just bust a lil’ thot if she f*ck for a book
had to pull a few robberies for me to survive
stomach talkin’ and my b*tch arguin’ too much
i got out of prison, ran it up in two months
i start right back to spendin’, boy, you gon’ do what?
shawty smokin’ d*ck, it’s a mini*hookah
i’m puttin’ on my timberlands, a n*gga boo’d up
[chorus: kodak black]
all of my bread turn mustard, i spend it on yellow diamonds
and i don’t f*ck with busters unless they rhymin’, yeah
busta ’round, give me my flowers every time we encounter, yeah
i don’t owe a b*tch sh*t, went from a yg to a og, i gotta pay homage

[post*chorus: busta rhymes]
when i see the young g, kodak, i love the way you be contributin’ the sh*t that you be doin’
i done seen you go to jail, come home, get shot, calm down and now i like the way you’re movin’
jewelry be priceless, i like to make the records, but i love to sit a n*gga down and school him
take the information and apply it, then become a success every single time you use ’em, yeah

[verse 2: busta rhymes]
canary yellow diamond, when you see it, hope you ‘preciate the mineral, yeah
scientific with it, here to inspire the most of you so you ain’t lookin’ pitiful, yeah
instead of watchin’ my pocket, it’s impossible to count my residuals, yeah
every time i talk, i’m here to cut deep in the soul of every single individual, yeah
i give it to the street because i know they really wanted this
captivated the planet and checked it off my bucket list
drink another bottle ’til it’s finished, take another p*ss
grab another quarter milli’, throw it on my other wrist
yeah, close your eyes, travel with us, make another wish
now tell your b*tch to come here and give me another kiss, kodak

[chorus: kodak black]
all of my bread turn mustard, i spend it on yellow diamonds
and i don’t f*ck with busters unless they rhymin’, yeah
busta ’round, give me my flowers every time we encounter, yeah
i don’t owe a b*tch sh*t, went from a yg to a og, i gotta pay homage
[post*chorus: busta rhymes]
when i see the young g, kodak, i love the way you be contributin’ the sh*t that you be doin’
i done seen you go to jail, come home, get shot, calm down and now i like the way you’re movin’
jewelry be priceless, i like to make the records, but i love to sit a n*gga down and school him
take the information and apply it, then become a success every single time you use ’em, yeah

- busta rhymes lyrics

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