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• Artiste: August 08
• Titre: Bussdown Your Soul
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Fuck what you know Drop tops and hoes Ice out your chain but can't bussdown your soul You can't bussdown your soul Lost out on money with love (Love) They call me emotional cuh (Cuh) Numbing the pain with the drugs (Drugs) Back on the Eastside (Ra-ta) Gun shots (Baow, baow) On life Fuck all these niggas and they fake lives No face, no case, on life (In the drop top) Pull up on the homies on that old shit Fucking politics and bitches 'til the morning You ain't got your put all, you ain't all in She said Fuck what you know Drop tops and hoes Ice out your chain but can't buss down your soul You can't buss down your soul Cortezes at the funerals (Funerals) Gun powder in the cuticles (Uh-uh, uh-uh) We out here as usual standing on the front line Throwing shit up, 'causе I was sleepin' outside the tents went and got more I had to shoot back like, ba-dam, ba-dam, ggrrra, pah Bought a new chain cause the flock went up Shawty lie to me, like nigga you don't Fuck what you know Drop tops and hoes Ice out your chain but can't buss down your soul You can't buss down your soul I got stardust in my eyes And I can’t keep 'em closed tonight I got stardust in my eyes And I can’t keep 'em closed tonight I got stardust in my eyes And I can’t keep 'em closed tonight I got stardust in my eyes And I can’t keep 'em closed tonight And baby you know I'm scared I'm a beach boy On the Eastside, cruising down bullets With a skin and scar I'll be in the fast car Riding in a stolen whip [?] Oh woah