Bustdown

I remember days I was uptown

Everything a touchdown dream here pedant on a Bustdown
Big boy cully it's the truck now
Feel like I don't fully give a fuck now
Do I get the bag it's a must now
I remember days I was uptown
Eye for and eye why you think I roll with this pump now

God opened doors I never knocked on
I fucked a high class thotty with my sox on
She suck me till the morning she has lockjaw
That perk make her crazy she on top more
Put a drum on the duffle niggas drop more
I got 5 or 6 pieces hit the box more
Look like Rastas hit shorty from the back sound like pasta
You ever mix some wock With the shasta
When I go deep she call me poppa
Mix me with the mix up and the drama
Mix me with the mix up and the drama
When you really from the bottom this shit feel good
I'm taking perkys for the pain but I don't heal up
I put my heart into the music I don't need love
I put my heart into the music I don't love

Heart so cold I don't need love
Fuck that bitch I had to ease off
I know that I'm Decent I'm out here thugging with my demons
I know I'm trying put my feet up
Trying show her tats on her cleavage
Heart so cold I'm anemic
Came up from the slums yeah the trenches

Everything a touchdown dream here pedant on a Bustdown
Big boy cully it's the truck now
Feel like I don't fully give a fuck now
Do I get the bag it's a must now
I remember days I was uptown
Eye for and eye why you think I roll with this pump now

Fuck her off The Drugs like ah Rock star
Mix The Cream Soda With The wockhart
Brody trigga happy with that Glocka
Why you playing with your life that is not smart
Hard time Turn Me To Ah Monster
Hit him Up He Won't Make It To The Doctor
From the Home Ah the real top shottas
Make ah movie with that kelly Yeah The chopper
High speed running from helicopters
Only focused on my Benjii's and my commas
Rick owens mixed with the Prada
Told her fuck love it's to much drama
Different nights different bitches in the sounders
hit twenty different states in four seasons
We gone get the money then we leaving
Heart so cold shit it's freezing
Fourth quarter balling harder than derozan
I'm pass it to my ni**as if they open
Fly to bali it was thirty off the touchdown
Rica vida on my neck go it bustdown
They looking at the top it's just us now
My demons don't play don't fuck around
Fly to bali it was thirty off the touchdown
Rica vida on my neck go it bustdown

Everything a touchdown dream here pedant on a Bustdown
Big boy cully it's the truck now
Feel like I don't fully give a fuck now
Do I get the bag it's a must now
I remember days I was uptown
Eye for and eye why you think I roll with this pump now



Credits
Writer(s): Christopher Nicholas
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