Paul Wall, C. Stone, Chief Keef - Bust lyrics

Keith Farrelle Cozart

[Paul Wall, C. Stone, Chief Keef - Bust lyrics]

June you're a Genius ramy on the beat
Sos' Baby gBE Baby ayy (Bang, bang)

My diamonds dance like a jewel party
On my neck Bugatti
She so wet it's a pool party
She ride me like Ducati
It's enough jewels on me for two bodies
Ooh Johnny, I only count the cash
I don't count no punani
No star clique it's the ruler
Call me Chief Rick the Ruler
I'll get the pussy later
Get the money sooner
That's ya ho I'm gon' do her
She's in the Uber
Tell cash to order that shit
And order two hearses
Cuz I'm killin' these niggas
Hilary billin' these niggas
Hilary Duffin' these niggas
Got bands and duff on me nigga
They like, "What's up with Keef nigga?
He went def on me nigga"
Now it's these big ass earrings
Try me, we bust on a nigga
Pulled up in a hot car, with a hot fire
And we hot-boxing a hot car
Hop out of the hot car, with the hot ice
And I gotta thank my mama
Countin' all this motherfuckin' green
And you know I gotta thank God too
Only thing I'm worryin' bout is
Waking up in the morning
Fuck this city gon' do?

Bust on a nigga (Try me, we bust)
Bust on-Bust on a nigga (Try me, we bust)
Bust on-Bust on a nigga (Try me, we bust)
Bust on-Bust on a nigga (Try me, we bust)
Bust on a nigga (Try me, we bust)
Bust on-Bust on a nigga (Try me, we bust)
Bust on-Bust on a nigga (Try me, we bust)
Bust on-Bust on a nigga (Try me, we bust)

Palms Itchin' I got money comin'
I can feel it
Glock, conceal it, hatin', kill
It, ice grill, chill it off the shoulders
Hands quicker than a poker dealer
Shout out to my shotta EE
AKA "The Pig Squealer"
I don't dance but my diamonds do
Watch 'em twerk
VVS, g-code, poppin like a perc
Diamonds flicker, fuck a swisher
Roll up a gold leaf Swishahouse
Glo Gang, Paul Wall, chief Keef
Satellite supplied, wrap it with a Keith coat
Wet snake drippin' like the Candy on a 64"
H-town and Chi-town screamin', free Sergio
Ride the beat, go bang, 44
Ear lobes icey, diamonds dancin' like Ciara
TV Johnny got me clearer that's
Why yo bitch starin'
Yo grill don't shine like my grill
Why is you comparin'?
I got diamonds twerkin' all on me
312 to the 713

Bust on a nigga (Try me, we bust)
Bust on-Bust on a nigga (Try me, we bust)
Bust on-Bust on a nigga (Try me, we bust)
Bust on-Bust on a nigga (Try me, we bust)
Bust on a nigga (Try me, we bust)
Bust on-Bust on a nigga (Try me, we bust)
Bust on-Bust on a nigga (Try me, we bust)
Bust on-Bust on a nigga (Try me, we bust)

I don't sell no syrup I just sip it
I go get new jewelry then I flip it
I stay well connected this ain't Cricket
They know my name from Chicago to Mississippi
I just got a bag Got my bitch a
New bag, and I ain't tryna brag
But that's why my pants sag
My pockets flooded like my
Blazer it's fully loaded
Turn in yo lane my lights start glowin'
That's promoted on my grill, I put them VVSs
I put 20 racks up in my
Teeth cause, forget the days
Them lights was off
Now every time I open up my mouth
You see me shinin' in the midwest
But, you know I'm from the south (C stone)

Bust on a nigga (Try me, we bust)
Bust on-Bust on a nigga (Try me, we bust)
Bust on-Bust on a nigga (Try me, we bust)
Bust on-Bust on a nigga (Try me, we bust)
Bust on a nigga (Try me, we bust)
Bust on-Bust on a nigga (Try me, we bust)
Bust on-Bust on a nigga (Try me, we bust)
Bust on-Bust on a nigga (Try me, we bust)

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