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Bussin Remix

Trouble

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Tekst piosenki
Bussin! They all bussin for Trouble-Trouble OG's, young niggas, niggas younger than them Bussin! They all bussin for Trouble-Trouble [Verse 1 - Trouble] One thing I'll never understand is How could a man be afraid of another man Who bleed the same as you and I can It's just with me you'll see more niggas than a NFL huddle Grandmas, uncles, aunties, sisters,cousins and brothers And they all bussin for Trouble Younnguns going off straight yam like y'all ready to cut you With a machete - fuck you! And any other nigga Who sneak dissin get yo people missin Don't want no noboby to be scared Just be prepared The situation goons go get your dimes, tell em do as I say I said betta scream my name, pussy den tuck ya chain And it's a shame, cause you thought it was just my youngins dat shoot Surprised to see trouble was jumpin too (BUSSIN) [Verse 2 - Yo Gotti] Any nigga go against the king Kill a nigga by any means Nigga try to run but couldn't duck the beam CMG nigga dats the team Gunpowder, shells jump out, hit the ground Pussy ass rappers keep talkin den man down Duct tape, what up trouble, 100 Man they rap about it but none of these niggas done it The hood, I'm from it And if I catch a murder one, I'm runnin You snitchin, I'm comin What's a nigga with some money without a team Pussy ass nigga ain't no real nigga gene Gunplay, every time I step out on the scene Yellow tape, niggas shouldn'ta never crossed the king Murder rate, risin its the highest you ever scene Funeral, pinch yoself, bitch this not a dream And all I'm doin is bussin [Hook-Trouble] [Verse 3- Waka Flocka Flame} It ain't nothin to me Shit I get it done Try to run pump to ya back like bobby johnson son Ok, these niggas talkin murda I'm the type to hit they mama wit the fuckin burner Beat a bitch and call me Ike Turner I'm from the Grove we get stripes if we burn ya I earn ya that mean DOA When the fo's pull up, they gon say flock don't play Bussin, on that grove man they bussin Upperdale, rex road man they bussin I'm from Clayco nigga squad give the say so nigga You ain't bout no murda you talkin out ya A-hole nigga [Hook-Trouble] [Verse 4 - Trae Tha Truth] They all bussin for Trae (4x) OG's, young niggas, niggas than them They all bussin for Trae (4x) OG's, young niggas, niggas than them Bussin I bet they all bussin for this asshole When it come to Houston I'm the king of the streets In the bottom where niggas cash is low I'll put ya in a box if ya don't get low Fuck with me that's where ya ass will go Tec-9's, AKs and Mac 9's in the back of the trunk finna crash ya door Yeah bitch I might ride, wrap ya ass up Bitch I'm for real, beat ya ass up Duct tape ya face, stain ya ass up Put ya in the trunk, bang ya ass up I don't do the talking, bitch I'm a army Hood Navy Seal, bet you can't harm me Lookin for me bitch I'm in the back of the tank on swangas I bet a muthafucka won't bomb me I'll be damn if they stoppin this H-town to A-town I'm hood wit it For the niggas like to trap or try to bang Real talk you can tell em I'm good wit it Bring ya ass to the bottom of the city, bet you ain't gon make it up out it Every nigga I know represent the same shit I do Doin they biz get ya ass the fuck out [Hook - Trouble]
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