Bust Ya Gunz lyrics
Whoo, yeah, Swizz
It's showtime? yeah Y'all know who it is I'ma get it poppin’ like I'm used to Do y'all niggaz bust your guns? Hell yeah, we bust our guns Do y'all fuck 'em 'til they cum? Damn right, we make 'em cum Do y'all niggaz bust your guns? Hell yeah, we bust our guns Do y'all fuck 'em 'til they cum? Damn right, I make 'em all say Oh, oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh, oh, let's go Me in the scene, I'm makin’ that cream Them haters always say, what the hell does that mean? I'm comin’ through your block, got somethin’ mean The Ferrari pink, it blings Yep, I got suede in my dash I got your chick ready to kiss my ass I go to the club, man, it's no cash That black card make them chicks move fast Can you hear me now? Can you see me now? I throw on my jeans tucked and it's out now T.I. made them suckers bring it out now The Ruff Ryders start it, now just shout it Do y'all niggaz bust your guns? Hell yeah, we bust our guns Do y'all fuck 'em 'til they cum? Damn right, we make 'em cum Do y'all niggaz bust your guns? Hell yeah, we bust our guns Do y'all fuck 'em 'til they cum? Damn right, I make 'em all say Oh, oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh, oh, let's go Man, it’s engine, engine, number 9 You talkin’ crazy, you lose your mind And if that chucker wanna throw that stack Well, pick it up, hey, pick it up, you don't know me But Kanye know my name, Timbo, know my name Pharrell, know my name, Scotty, know my name Came in the game at 16 and changed the game up Came in the game at 16 and changed the game up Kicks, snares, change the beat game Cali like Big said and Big did I hope nobody got offended what I said You wanna act crazy, I aim for your head Do y'all niggaz bust your guns? Hell yeah, we bust our guns Do y'all fuck 'em 'til they cum? Damn right, we make 'em cum Do y'all niggaz bust your guns? Hell yeah, we bust our guns Do y'all fuck 'em 'til they cum? Damn right, I make 'em all say Oh, oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh, oh, let's go I got a special guest for y'all He go by the name of Drag Dash, get 'em man Guess who's back in your buildin’ ya big pimpin Your big disc got Drag Dash on, now come on, look two childrens It's Drag Dash, bitch, Mr. Backdraft, bitch Bust a slug like I blub, blap-blap, bitch Bitches know niggaz love the way my flow switch Scratch my trigger finger, make a nigga itch I ain't gotta tell you how I spit propane I'm at the gun range ‘cause I ain't got no aim Get at you rappers, spit the stank in your lane My shit been clappin’ since Don did ‘The Soul Train’ I'm back like when bakin’ soda do cocaine Drag to the Dash, I'm in the hood like lo mein Do y'all niggaz bust your guns? Hell yeah, we bust our guns Do y'all fuck 'em 'til they cum? Damn right, we make 'em cum Do y'all niggaz bust your guns? Hell yeah, we bust our guns Do y'all fuck 'em 'til they cum? Damn right, I make 'em all say Oh, oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh, oh, let's go The Drag album comin’ soon too We got Needlz on the beat, man Them drums is too cold cut-able man, yeah Bakka-bakka, shots flowin’ here Swizz, get 'em, whattup? Lox album, Eve album ‘One Man Band Man’, bitch
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