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Testo BUSSIN - Ron Suno feat. Smoove'L

Testo della canzone BUSSIN (Ron Suno feat. Smoove'L), tratta dall'album SWAG LIKE MIKE

(Bang bang, gang gang, bang bang)
Ron Suno niggas know the fuckin' vibes
(Bang)
Off the spleef I'm bugging (bugging)
Off the spleef I'm smacked (smacked)
Off the spleef I'm smacked (where they at)
(Gang bang)
I told the shawty to suck it
I roll a blunt, gimme head shit be bussin' (bussin' bussin')
Do not talk out your mouth, you ain't thuggin'
I call them hittas they really be clutchin' (clutchin' clutchin')
Oh you did it, you ain't do nothin'
I'ma pull up on his block and we shoot somethin' (bang bang)
Oh you did it, you ain't do nothin'
I'ma pull up on his block and we shoot somethin' (boom boom)
I told the shawty to suck it
I roll a blunt, gimme head shit be bussin' (bussin' bussin')
Do not talk out your mouth, you ain't thuggin'
I call them hittas they really be clutchin' (clutchin' clutchin')
Oh you did it, you ain't do nothin'
I'ma pull up on his block and we shoot somethin' (bang bang)
Oh you did it, you ain't do nothin'
I'ma pull up on his block and we shoot somethin' (boom boom)
Amiri Dior what I'm wearing
I pop out on opps an they start disappearin' (start disappearin')
I killin' him fast and they love my appearance
He said he got money that ain't what I'm hearing
I made the treesh eat it up for Chanel
She like a nigga who fuck and don't tell
I like a grown bitch who gon' give me the drop
I spin an' I give her some shells (brr)
I got the nina (I got the nina, I got the nina)
I'm moving tact (I'm moving tact, I'm moving tact)
Looking for opps nigga, like where is they at? (Where is they at)
I got my dogs with me
I bet they attack (I bet they attack)
I bet they attack
All for the racks
I told the shawty to suck it
I roll a blunt, gimme head shit be bussin' (bussin' bussin')
Do not talk out your mouth, you ain't thuggin'
I call them hittas they really be clutchin' (clutchin' clutchin')
Oh you did it, you ain't do nothin'
I'ma pull up on his block and we shoot somethin' (bang bang)
Oh you did it, you ain't do nothin'
I'ma pull up on his block and we shoot somethin' (boom boom)
I told the shawty to suck it
I roll a blunt, gimme head shit be bussin' (bussin' bussin')
Do not talk out your mouth, you ain't thuggin'
I call them hittas they really be clutchin' (clutchin' clutchin')
Oh you did it, you ain't do nothin'
I'ma pull up on his block and we shoot somethin' (bang bang)
Oh you did it, you ain't do nothin'
I'ma pull up on his block and we shoot somethin' (boom boom)
She wanna taste it (ugh ugh)
All the moves that we makin' (ugh ugh)
We go'n move like the matrix (ugh ugh)
I call up brodie to give him a facelift (ugh ugh)
Back out, we bangin' we drummin'
I ball Andre Drummond I ball Denver Nuggets (Denver Nuggets)
Fuck it we shoot him in public
Medullas we bussin'
One move then we coming (we coming)
Look at my face, you can see I'm a legend
I will not party unless we got prime
Givenchy the Louis, the fit when I'm steppin'
This shit cost a arm and a leg for the necklace
If he talk crazy we sendin' a message
Ballin' like Mcgrady we leave him on stretchers
Please don't try to play me I move like it's Tekken
You niggas ain't gang, why the fuck is you makin'
I told the shawty to suck it
I roll a blunt, gimme head shit be bussin' (bussin' bussin')
Do not talk out your mouth, you ain't thuggin'
I call them hittas they really be clutchin' (clutchin' clutchin')
Oh you did it, you ain't do nothin'
I'ma pull up on his block and we shoot somethin' (bang bang)
Oh you did it, you ain't do nothin'
I'ma pull up on his block and we shoot somethin' (boom boom)
I told the shawty to suck it
I roll a blunt, gimme head shit be bussin' (bussin' bussin')
Do not talk out your mouth, you ain't thuggin'
I call them hittas they really be clutchin' (clutchin' clutchin')
Oh you did it, you ain't do nothin'
I'ma pull up on his block and we shoot somethin' (bang bang)
Oh you did it, you ain't do nothin'
I'ma pull up on his block and we shoot somethin' (boom boom)
Ron Suno niggas know the fuckin' vibes
Niggas know the scouts
We outside, every day
You ain't from here, don't fuckin' come here
We posted with the demons
Got shooters ready to bang 'em
Got shooters ready hold on



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Writer(s): Unknown Composer Author, Luca Fano Caroti
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