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bussin' - dustero lyrics

[chorus: dustero]

we hit the plug, then we ran off and start jugging
we upping the uzi on everybody mugging
tell the plug to bring the pints in by the dozens
me and the plug cool, thought we were cousins
i see ’em watching, they keeping tabs
they tryna see what i got, do the math
they ain’t even know i spent five on some rafs
they don’t even know my head high just like a giraffe
nut in her mouth then i’m kicking her out

[verse one: dustero]

we pushin’ up to see what you talk ’bout
been f*cking some hoes before thе fame
been f*cking these b*tchеs before the clout
pints in the fridge, pull ’em out in the drought
they thinkin im older cuz i be 5’8 round 5’10
they think i’m older cause i gave ’em game
that b*tch got famous, i gave her a
name she gave me her thang (bow bow)
ride with that sh*t every day ’cause they
want me really bad
think i’ma be bro, continue this b*tch, i won’t be
stay to myself but i want beef
ain’t got money, i don’t want beef
these fools a b*tch, be snitchin’ to the police
trap out the spot, your ho name on the lease
tired of the ‘vette, finna go get a jeep
trap out the phone, when it ring it go beep
yah, i roll that m*th*f*ckin gas up
yah bought her the twin thirty, stay spittin’ gas up
[chorus: dustero]

[verse two: dustero]

ya know i keepin 30 on 30 on me, ya know how we do
bop, bop, bop, bop! slide on ya block light it up with flames
d*mn, i’m feeling good ’cause i got it
yeah, i got that uzi and a 23 on me
double*s*g, i’ii die for that sh*t
try to send a ho, you gon’ die with that b*tch
keep it a hundred, a rack, i won’t switch
a rack ain’t enough, that ain’t even a ‘fit b*tch
i need a ten*ten, big ass watch on my arm like ben*10
had a young homie in the bushes, he blend in
you supposed to be in a hole for somethin’ you been did
boy you gon’ die, your door getting kicked in
1 wasn’t there, i was somewhere out of state
that was a hotel, she don’t know where stay
1 ride with the k, bro shoulda know we don’t play
dj trappy, b*dog, sawyer, there ya go, i dont owe you no mention okay?
1 rock the gucci, tote that desert eagle chop with an eye, like to eat people punks they tryna be me, we ain’t equal i’ma get head from that b*tch and eat seafood
chasin’ the bag, never chasin’ a ho
talk too much, put the beam to his throat
make sure the l!ck is a green, it’s a go
d*ck in her mouth, she a real throat goat
make sure they got pints of lean and the dough
make sure we there, when n0body knows
twelve gauge, somebody in here, let’s blow
n0body move, everybody on the floor
look for everything, make sure that we score
you know i’m official, gotta play this ride with the uzi in my city, i hate it
don’t get mad at your b*tch ’cause she ate it
1 turned her up, she used to be basic
that b*tch just like me more than you, let’s face it
the money too long, make the p*ssy od
money too long, make the pig go ‘freeze’
countin that green, yeah, im feelin the rush
got my foot on the pedal, never slow down never hush
[chorus: dustero]

- dustero lyrics

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