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bust him (for his bag) - gsntd lyrics

[intro: td glizzzy]
td glizzy keep a blicky, b-tch
yeah, td glizzy keep a blicky
r-r-rolandjoec

[chorus: td ceasar]
b-tch i bust, him for his bag
and if he wanna run up, he will get jacked
p-ssy shut the f-ck up, you make me mad
i’mma leave him starstruck, ’cause i stay strapped
and he a p-ssy b-tch, i bust, him for his bag
and if he wanna run up, he will get jacked, (he will get jacked)
p-ssy shut the f-ck up, you make me mad
i’mma leave him starstruck, ’cause i stay strapped
i’mma leave him starstruck, (pew, pew)

[verse 1: td ceasar]
ceasar in this b-tch, and b-tch, i’m whippin’ the brick, (what)
f-ckin’ on your b-tch, and b-tch, she’s lickin’ my d-ck, (yuh)
hit it from the back, and b-tch, she’s thicker than thick, (yuh)
runnin’ from the opps, and b-tch, i’m quicker than quick
i can’t f-ck that b-tch, the lil’ b-tch got rabies
she dumb with the neck, and she drivin’ me crazy
i just got a coupe, pulled up in mercedes
i f-ck on your ex, i f-ck on your lady
i f-ck that b-tch, she a sleazy, (ouu)
hundred round clip, and it’s breezy, (ouu)
i do this sh-t, it’s too easy, (ouu)
came to the club, in valise, (ouu)
your b-tch trying to cuddle, i’m just trying to hit
bust-down on my wrist, and i carry a stick
i smoke by the pound, take puff of the spliff
but b-tch i got blicky strapped onto my hip
and i dont give a f-ck, what you b-tches say, (yuh)
no i dont give a f-ck, what the critics say, (yuh)
i cook his -ss up, like a fish filet, (yuh)
i’m a d-mn god, ain’t no jimmy ray, (uh)
i don’t give a f-ck, what you b-tches say
i don’t give a f-ck, what you b-tches say
i don’t give a f-ck, what you b-tches say
i don’t give a f-ck, what you b-tches say
try me, and my, gang, then you, end up, six feet, deep
pull up, with no, money, like it’s, 1963

[chorus: td ceasar]
b-tch i bust, him for his bag
and if he wanna run up, he will get jacked
p-ssy shut the f-ck up, you make me mad
i’mma leave him starstruck, ’cause i stay strapped
and he a p-ssy b-tch, i bust, him for his bag
and if he wanna run up, he will get jacked
p-ssy shut the f-ck up, you make me mad
i’mma leave him starstruck, ’cause i stay strapped
i’mma leave him starstruck

[verse 2: td glizzzy]
came in this b-tch with a mob, (ouu)
and your b-tch giving me top, (ouu)
run up on me, on my block, (ouu)
run up on me, you get popped, (ouu)
pulled up in a god d-mn droptop, (uh)
and i got a b-tch, with a croptop, (uh)
hurry up, lil’ b-tch, chop-chop, (uh)
i’mma f-ck the b-tch up, non-stop
i pull out my d-ck, and have the b-tch lick it
i’m gettin’ so high, not talkin’ no whip-its
a hundred round clip, and i’m gonna kick it
trap house i go, i don’t need no ticket
i make the b-tch eat, i make the b-tch chomp
her p-ssy is wet, it’s just like a swamp
this song is a hit, this song is a bop
run up on me, you finna get popped

[chorus: td ceasar]
b-tch i bust, him for his bag
and if he wanna run up, he will get jacked
p-ssy shut the f-ck up, you make me mad
i’mma leave him starstruck, ’cause i stay strapped
and he a p-ssy b-tch, i bust, him for his bag
and if he wanna run up, he will get jacked
p-ssy shut the f-ck up, you make me mad
i’mma leave him starstruck, ’cause i stay strapped
i’mma leave him starstruck

- gsntd lyrics

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