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Chief Keef

Genres: Hip-Hop

Bussin Lyrics - Chief Keef

Aye, aye, aye 

 

I gotta grab my gun cause bitches bussin' outside 

Stay your ass up in the house ain't nothing outside 

Pulling up with heavy artillery bitch Muslims outside 

Aye, duhduhduh get low bitch they bussin' outside 

Bussin' 

Come through bussin' 

Bitch they bussin' 

My niggas come through bussin', for nothing 

They love bussin' they love bussin' 

Pop two flats now I'm bussin' 

 

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It's me and Guwop pistol cussin' 

Catch a opp we bussin' 

He better be duckin' 

He gone lose his life for nothin' 

Cause my niggas love bussin' 

And y'all bitches lil bussin' 

They come through they bussin' 

Then they get geeked up man 

My house so big aye 

So I can fit all my kids aye 

Try them and I'm bussin' 

I'mma find out where you live aye 

My niggas will come through bussin' 

Outta caravans and trucks man 

Come through shoot shit up man 

Baking shit like an oven 

Heats on us they hot man 

Thirty in this nin' then come through popping 

Like Crisco I send shots man 

Come through light shit up like a helicopter over your block man 

Glo gang bitch we blitz this shit like John Madden 

Dart gang come through flipping shit like Jesse Jackson 

I am about my Ben Franklins and my fricking Jacksons 

And I got my pistol I'mma flick it at you 

And I'mma let it blow boy 

Don't be trying to cross me, tic tac toe boy 

Fifty thousand for a show boy 

I remember for five thousand you get poled boy 

 

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Catch a nigga lacking we 'gone run up on em 

We 'gone run up on em put them guns up on em 

Smoking marijuana this some stinky Ganja 

Bussin' real hard and I can't remember 

What I got my steel for when I see you bussin' 

You's a little boy I can freak your mother 

I'm wide awake but y'all know when I'm asleep it's nothing 

Glock with me just to keep me company 

I can't trust a nigga for nothing 

I'm always peeping something 

No, I ain't bust for nothing 

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