Testo Buss Down - Udiggde
Testo della canzone Buss Down (Udiggde), tratta dall'album Likeableasshole
I came home every week trynna buss down a P
He was running sending shots tryna be a big G
I was dropping dick off then dip I was keeping it P
I got yo bitch around the collar I got yo bitch on a leash
These hoes know I'm on top I got that bag off a p
Bag off a p got them bags of the street
She find out weed she buy them buys off of me
She talking bout Chanel she ain't talking bout no weed
Put my hands together pray god come save me
Im tryna figure out why god ain't save
Im tryna figure out why they biting harder then rabies
Im tryna figure out if these hoes tryna come play
Im tryna figure if I gave you money why you complaining
Im tryna figure out if u left why you hate me
Stepping on these niggas like rugs
They talking bout don't fall in love cause that shit a drug
This chop stick on me nah I dont need no hug
That nigga is a thug but he still need some love
That nigga talking bout hurt but he healing
He pop a Percocet now he a gremlin
Chopstick gone leave him dead he winded
Yea it'll leave a nigga dead and gone
When that nigga pulled that trigger his life set and stone
He was telling on the opps he was dead ass wrong
Next day he in the woods he's a rolling stone
I came home every week trynna buss down a P
He was running sending shots tryna be a big G
I was dropping dick off then dip I was keeping it P
I got yo bitch around the collar I got yo bitch on a leash
These hoes know I'm on top I got that bag off a p
Bag off a p got them bags of the street
She find out weed she buy them buys off of me
She talking bout Chanel she ain't talking bout no weed
Put my hands together pray god come save me
I have a seal of niggas just like the navy
They asking why this slim ass nigga keep acting shady
Im fresh bonded out why you hating
Call up Rahiem and you know that nigga come in raging
I don't owe you nothing wtf you think you made me
Nigga made a hundred ain't no mother fucking maybe
I can put that bitch up on the block and I don't pay fees
Fucking with a bad little bitch and her name is Katie
I can call up YC and he real shady baby
Selling out the three five and the sevens like I'm KD
Sending twelve shots baby I don't miss just call me Brady
And whole getting wicked just wait for it get wavy
I gotta lot of bitches at my spot one might be yo old lady
I came home every week trynna buss down a P
He was running sending shots tryna be a big G
I was dropping dick off then dip I was keeping it P
I got yo bitch around the collar I got yo bitch on a leash
Yo hoe know I'm on top I got that bag off a p
Bag off a p got them bags of the street
She find out weed she buy them buys off of me
She talking bout Chanel she ain't talking bout no weed
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Writer(s): Demetrice Alexander
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