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bustin' clips - deddreamer lyrics

[verse 1: lil abner]
let’s get ‘em started, my sh*t go r*t*rded (yo, 14, you got another one), i ain’t gon’ hurt you, so please do not start it
they want me around, i be lit at the party, go with these ho’s on a date, i be tardy
gang eatin’ good, munchin’ on calamari, f*ck on yo’ b*tch, and i’m not sayin’ sorry
‘cause she a ho like the rest of these thotties, boy, don’t be testin’, i would catch a body
garbage, slash ‘em up, i shoot like atari, i ain’t playing with these boys, i’m not carti
smokin’ dank, that sh*t smell someone farted, o.m.g., yeah, them lyrics r*t*rded
oh, no, please, please do not get me started, got yo’ keys, you ain’t leavin’ without ‘em
make you, please, sit yo’ ass on the bottom, you can see all this fendi and prada (ayy)
sippin’ lean? that’s a joke, i don’t bother, workin’ hard? got that sh*t from my father
she blowin’ me, got that sh*t from her mama, we playin’ tag, how i’m chasin’ these commas
i spend a bag, f*ck do you mean? benny honda, we drivin’ fast, f*ck you mean? in a honda
i’m livin’ fast, so i keep me a gunna, ayy, yeah, i keep me a gunna
ayy, ‘cause i’m never gon’ stop this sh*t, ‘cause you really gon’ pop my wrist
every time a p*ssy gonna step up, get the f*ck out my way, where you 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, b*tch

[chorus: hailen]
(ayy) i’m bustin’ clips (ayy), charlie, i’m f*cking your b*tch (ayy)
shawty, you loving this sh*t (yeah), but we do not go for the kids (nah)
we only hustle for cash (ching), we are not taking it back (f*ck outta here)
let it run up on the rack (yeah), put ’em up there on the stack (yeah)
(ayy) i’m bustin’ clips (ayy), charlie, i’m f*cking your b*tch (ayy)
shawty, you loving this sh*t (yeah), but we do not go for the kids (nah)
we only hustle for cash (ching), we are not taking it back (f*ck outta here)
let it run up on the rack (yeah), put ’em up there on the stack (yeah)
[verse 2: deddreamer]
ayy, i’m bustin’ caps, b*tch, charlie, enough with the cap, uh
put ‘em up there on the stack, don’t start f*ckin’ with me, b*tch, i got plans
f*ckin’ my b*tch from the back, they go brazy, whew, pop them xans
woah, woah, i’m bustin’ clips, when i’m in the room, they up and dip
you know that i’m chasin’ come commas, my homie’ll f*ck on yo’ baby mama
i leave his sh*t faded, i’m causin’ some trauma, this just how it is, it ain’t no drama
see how i spit? i ain’t a llama, she got attached, sleepin’ at my crib with pajamas
makin’ some milli’s like i’m obama
it ain’t no billy like def, no futurama, keep f*ckin’ wit’ me
that’ll bring you some karma, growin’ my green like a farmer, jaden explodin’
like he osama, go back four tracks, then start that drama
middle of the drip like the bahamas, i’m shootin’, he ain’t got armor
i’m boomin’ a b*tch like a missile, i’m in the west, we grippin’ them pistols
she blow like a whistle, am i toxic? well, maybe a little
f*ck it, i know i am, so b*tch, just get in the middle
you know you faux, b*tch, i’m official, 14 cookin’ up
he makin’ it sizzle, she ride like a bus, i call her ms. frizzle
explodin’ ‘em up, i’m yellin’ “con brio,” we can’t make time
i ain’t defnotbio, he want some respect, but he don’t show manners
countin’ some racks, i buy me a manor
composin’ some sh*t, like i’m richard wagner, he can look for criteria
i kidnap an opp, i ain’t from nigeria, they all dirty the cup, it’s purp’, not bacteria
when i say this sh*t, i’m serious, you is my son, b*tch
i am superior, i make ‘em see black and white, paintin’ they top red like syria
if you know the sh*t that you sayin’, then tell me the trivia
if you can, then that’s good for you, no olivia, i paint your top red again
like bolivia, if you talkin’ sh*t over and over, n0body believin’ ya
don’t listen to b*tches that talk sh*t, ‘cause they won’t believe in ya
don’t keep all of them posers around, ‘cause soon, they’ll be leavin’ ya
[chorus: hailen, deddreamer & both]
(ayy) i’m bustin’ clips (ayy), charlie, i’m f*cking your b*tch (ayy)
shawty, you loving this sh*t (yeah, yeah, yeah!), but we do not go for the kids (nah)
we only hustle for cash (ching), we are not taking it back (f*ck outta here)
let it run up on the rack (yeah, yeah, yeah!), put ’em up there on the stack (yeah!)
(ayy) i’m bustin’ clips (ayy), charlie, i’m f*cking your b*tch (ayy)
shawty, you loving this sh*t (yeah, yeah, yeah!), but we do not go for the kids (nah)
we only hustle for cash (ching), we are not taking it back (f*ck outta here)
let it run up on the rack (yeah, yeah, yeah!), put ’em up there on the stack (yeah, what?)

[outro: lil abner]
yo, 14, you got another one, yeah, let’s go
on that lil’ 14 sh*t, lil’ 14
get another one
yeah

- deddreamer lyrics

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