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bussin - ynw juvy lyrics

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[pre-verse]
[?] like baby girl this real sh-t
yeah street n-gg- thuggin’ in the streets b-tch
i just want a bad b-tch to come and suck my d-ck
i’m just whippin’ up the money and then done broke my wrist

[chorus]
thuggin on my lonely
just me and my homie
most these n-gg-s phony
n-gg-s tryna comb me
n-gg- stop playin
all my shooters sprayin
all my n-gg-s bussin
yeah they bussin
yeah them boys steady bussin
yeah them boys they be bussin
yeah them boys they be bussin
all my n-gg-s on the block, they be husslin

[verse 1]
yeah i’m flexin b-tch like baby really flexin b-tch
yeah she texting me like why tf you textin b-tch?
always stressin me like why tf you stressin b-tch?
cause i’m on her -ss i’m getting blue cheese b-tch
cheese and guacamole
tell ’em run up on me
yeah i got it on me
most these n-gg-s phony
type of sh-t like tony
yeah i really own it
yeah i’m sushi route and you n-gg-s be baloney

[hook]
thuggin on my lonely
just me and my homie
most these n-gg-s phony
n-gg-s tryna comb me
n-gg- stop playin
all my shooters sprayin
all my n-gg-s bussin
yeah they bussin
yeah them boys steady bussin
yeah them boys they be bussin
yeah them boys they be bussin
all my n-gg-s on the block, they be husslin

[verse 2]
trap n-gg-, turn into a rap n-gg-
street n-gg-, ballin like a street n-gg-
real n-gg-, all i hang ’round real n-gg-s
street n-gg-, yeah just me and my street n-gg-s
me and all my n-gg-s, me and all my n-gg-s
yeah we turnt up, me and all my n-gg-s
blowing loud n-gg-, blowing gas n-gg-
act an -ss n-gg-, all in cl-ss n-gg-
yeah i skip that sh-t, yeah i skip that sh-t
yeah i p-ss yo b-tch, i don’t really want that ho
i don’t really want that b-tch, i don’t feel that ho
she just want the d-ck, get that deep throat

[hook]
thuggin on my lonely
just me and my homie
most these n-gg-s phony
n-gg-s tryna comb me
n-gg- stop playin
all my shooters sprayin
all my n-gg-s bussin
yeah they bussin
yeah them boys steady bussin
yeah them boys they be bussin
yeah them boys they be bussin
all my n-gg-s on the block, they be husslin

[verse 3]
dressed in all black, can’t forget camo
hang around them shooters got a lot of ammo
armor gang sh-t we runnin from the [?] though
yeah they on our -ss, they really on our -ssholes
fetty in the back act an -sshole
yeah you b-tches already know though
yeah you b-tches already know though
got that icy white sh-t i’ma let it snow though
i’ma let it blow though
better lay it low though
we be on the floor though
rollin like a wheelchair
rollin like a wheelchair
got her legs in the air
know these b-tches finna stare
icy chain finna glare
yeah i’m high just like a flare
better not even try to play
n-gg- tried me the other day
while i buss em in his face
n-gg- know its all on me
n-gg- know i’m from the g
40 thous. where i be
i can’t really get no sleep
i can’t really get no sleep
yeaah yeah i can’t really get no sleep
[…]

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