Juice WRLD - Bussin’ lyrics
Juice WRLD [Jarad Anthony Higgins] Chicago, Illinois, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Juice WRLD - Bussin’ lyrics]
I'm in London, got my beat from London
30 in my body, bussin', bussin', bussin'
yeah choppa on me, yeah it's
Bussin', bussin', bussin', yeah
You ain't talkin' money
No discussion, 'scussion, yeah
I'ma fuck that bitch until
She cummin', cummin', yeah
Keep my hand on my pole as I
Watch her dance all on the pole
Locked and loaded, 40, blow it, yeah
I'm down to go
Won't let a nigga or a bitch
Put they hands on my soul
I fly, I don't fall i fly, I don't fall
Now's a good time to talk to momma on a song
Sorry mom, I admit I did coke
Sorry mom, I admit I did pour
8 in a fuckin' 20 ounce, oh no
I put my pain in that fuckin' 20 ounce
I know she mix the purple with the white
Call that shit a snow cone
She know my money long
I fly, I don't fall i fly, I don't fall
For that green I shoot you in your face
Nigga I'm Larry Birdy
For the team I'm bound to catch a
Case and leave the tooly squirting
Throw the green, she dancin' in the club
She got her booty twerkin'
I ain't even wanna go to the club
I'm a different person
Every time I walk into the club
I got molly workin'
I'm in too deep, when we fuck
I'm a molly surgeon
Maybe I should put the drugs down
I got a bigger purpose (Uh, uh)
Allow me to prioritize
I fly, I don't fall i fly, I don't fall