Текст песни Busters

Kiss my ass, the realest homies know me
If I got it then you got it, you ain't eve gotta ask
Fuck you, too, talking like you hung around
Indeed, I'm something special, but it benefited you
Bitch, go to hell, living in this life I've been in love, you'd never tell

Joining on the spoilers of whatever they ware
But she don't see you dream, damn, she don't even care
Moment that you make it everybody say they helped
That's when everybody turns on everybody else
Sooner or later fuck 'em all till ain't nobody left
I do this for my city, for my city that I rep
You live in the city that them other niggas left
I, didn't I, shit, it ain't nobody fucking with me
Got a big house in the burbs and a condo in the city
Rap, my nigga, I've been fucking hella bars
Got me counting hella fifties

Busters tryina talk about me, ask me if I care, though
Tryina keep me on the ground, I be in the air, though
Bunch of other phony niggas smiling in my face
I don't know what this is, though
Busters tryina talk about me, ask me if I care, though
Tryina keep me on the ground, I be in the air, though
Bunch of other phony niggas smiling in my face
I don't know what this is, thoughTree - Busters - http://ru.motolyrics.com/tree/busters-lyrics.html

You nigga getting booked, good luck, my show is paid
They flying me to Vegas and laying there for days
And I'm sorry that your chance of getting work has just fade
When I walk up in the building he got three niggas with me
Got peoples reminisce their lives you can hear 'em but you probably can't get near 'em
'Cause the lime is full of pictures and they fighting for a picture
The cops is getting stricter, they asking
Which one would you like? And I say the pickup
And I'mma take a sister and she ain't rolled with it
Life of a rap star, nigga hit it big so the cat's out the trap car
Got 'em from the pig, all friends hating on me
I don't own them niggas shit
Same ones talk about you, jealous 'cause you rich
Why you jumping out of Benzes, 20 Instagrams
Homie guys gonna be around, who you split your ends with
And that's just how we end it, and that's just how we end it

Busters tryina talk about me, ask me if I care, though
Tryina keep me on the ground, I be in the air, though
Bunch of other phony niggas smiling in my face
I don't know what this is, though
Busters tryina talk about me, ask me if I care, though
Tryina keep me on the ground, I be in the air, though
Bunch of other phony niggas smiling in my face
I don't know what this is, though