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bussin - yung keeta lyrics

[chorus]
yeah i’m off a perc and i’m bussin’ b*tch
sippin’ on tec not tussin’ b*tch
that choppa knock off your cousin b*tch
everyone know i’m running sh*t, huh
i keep f*cking up guess i’m not good at that loving sh*t
flare, b*tch but i digress
yeah, she let me bust on her chest, ’cause she know that i do it best, yeah
i’m having fun with her face and i’m finna clean that mess, yeah
f*ck that school i can’t f*ck with no [?]
that b*tch treesh i ain’t f*cking with that
she in the whip and she loving the scat

[verse 1]
she needa learn her lesson
she like how i’m dressing
talking bout the sh*t i’m doing boy then come correct it
they hate how i’m flexing
i mean b*tch i gеt it
i mean i’m just guessing
but i bet thеy hate they life
come at me you acting wrong
promise we gon’ make it right
i’m the one they betting on
said that sh*t a thousand times
i be geeking out and tweaking out i lived a thousand lives
you thought that your b*tch was faithful, she ride like mountain bike
[chorus]
yeah i’m off a perc and i’m bussin’ b*tch
sippin’ on tec not tussin’ b*tch
that choppa knock off your cousin b*tch
everyone know i’m running sh*t, huh
i keep f*cking up guess i’m not good at that loving sh*t
flare, b*tch but i digress
yeah, she let me bust on her chest, ’cause she know that i do it best, yeah
i’m having fun with her face and i’m finna clean that mess, yeah
f*ck that school i can’t f*ck with no [?]
that b*tch treesh i ain’t f*cking with that
she in the whip and she loving the scat

[verse 2]
i got the whip going one*hundred*sixty
b*tch i’m wearing miyake no issey
b*tch she said that he a g*y so you sissy
and the b*tch that you with she fishy
and that b*tch that you with she trife
i been with the gang for life
i got brothers that bang for life
i got brothers that bang for real
i got brothers that shootin’ to k!ll
i got brothers that signing a deal
and gang just made ’em a mil’
so bad i’m tryna know how it feel
know that i’m really going for real
like [?] i’m way too sick too ill
i’m way too sick finna pop my pill
talk your sh*t get cooked like a grill
[chorus]
yeah i’m off a perc and i’m bussin’ b*tch
sippin’ on tec not tussin’ b*tch
that choppa knock off your cousin b*tch
everyone know i’m running sh*t, huh
i keep f*cking up guess i’m not good at that loving sh*t
flare, b*tch but i digress
yeah, she let me bust on her chest, ’cause she know that i do it best, yeah
i’m having fun with her face and i’m finna clean that mess, yeah
f*ck that school i can’t f*ck with no [?]
that b*tch treesh i ain’t f*cking with that
she in the whip and she loving the scat

- yung keeta lyrics

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