Текст песни Smoked Outt Records f Baby, Lil` Wayne - Bussen Heads & Gettin` Paid
Smoked Outt Records f Baby, Lil` Wayne - Bussen Heads & Gettin` Paid слова песни
[Baby]I`ma tell you once nigga I don`t talk twiceIf you get down bad wit me nigga you gone loose yo life(?) and I`ma be a Uptown nigga fo life When I pull my pistol fuck you nigga yo mom ain`t rise you rightGame tight, me and Lil Wheezy keep this rap shit tightGone be a boss balla all my fuckin life 8 figga, million nigga and my game be tightCan`t loose my hundreds cause this rap to hot[Lil` Wayne]Wassup, Boss B.You ever got beef with a busta, you can call meYou know I keep a "blucka-blucka"Hit `em all weekGive me the keys to the bubbleI`m on y`all streetAnd watch it go up in flames boyBlow up tha game boyThrow up my chain boyScream Cash Money and this is Lil Wayne boyIf you want talk you die quick in tha darkWe said we was gone ball till we fall it ain`t my fault[Baby]Say Lil Wayne a nigga wanna offer me some real headSay lil daddy I got to have this fuckin real headBad enough these white folks want to change tha gameFrom lil to big to make it easier for the fedsI don`t sniff cause they know a nigga straight paidI keep my money round that Nolia that`s where tha fuck I play[Lil` Wayne]If you know me from bussen you know I love troubleAnd if you know me from stuntin you know I love BubbleAnd if you really know me you know I ride at nightI been thuggin since dry riceWodie I ain`t rightI got my chopper in my trunk and my vest wit meI`m bout to go scoop up Lil Derrick out that STP[Smoked Outt Records Members]All I know is hustle fuck bein loaded and brokeI like to ball in Seberban and drive a Lex BubbleFuck gettin 20 dollars, I rather shineBall till I fall, ride fly to I dieHalf a thing going for fiveDog it`s on, cut brick up sell in 18 zonesBetter get yo hustle on do what you gotta Play with my feddie I`m commin at you with that chopperAll day, all night ridin or walkinSee when I spot you 50 shots you`ll be my targetKill everything around shouldn`t been around my targetBullets don`t have no names niggas If you lame you better back up out tha game niggaTha diamonds "bling bling" they blind yaTryna stick me for my paper "click click" they found ya buried In tha million dollars, respect my whole clickSmoked Outt, we be tha shitFrom 98 to 99 to 2006I run wit Big Tymers Paper Chasers and Rap RhymersBig Tymers, 100 Thousand Dollars Car DriverRim Shiners, Fuck gettin my noise dirty Ya catch me survinWatchin TV`s in tha SeberbanIt`s real great, drinkin cristal by tha caseEtin steaks, scorin keys, and sells is greatI`m lovin that, Foot Locker and sports clubs I done broughtFor tha hoes that you sayin you love I done hit thatAnd tha G`s you sayin you makin I done been there and done thatWe Smoked Outt BlackWhat you boys know bout that Beamer I got99 sports car bullet proof drop topSmasin dashin up yo blockYou follow me look in the front12 slugs on shine so you know I`m gone stuntMy whole click bout drama, nothin but real G`sFrom down south to over seasAll about makin G`sNigga my click would out shine you any dayStart ballin outta control ever since I learned to flip that yayTook tha advice from Lil (?) he said it`s all about a dollarHooked up wit Da`Shawn now them hoes be wantin to holla