Lyrics Bustin' Clips - DedDreamer feat. Hailen & Lil Abner
Let's
get
'em
started,
my
shit
go
retarded
(Yo,
14,
you
got
another
one)
I
ain't
gon'
hurt
you,
so
please
do
not
start
it
They
want
me
around,
I
be
lit
at
the
party
Go
with
these
ho's
on
a
date,
I
be
tardy
Gang
eatin'
good,
munchin'
on
calamari
Fuck
on
yo'
bitch,
and
I'm
not
sayin'
sorry
'Cause
she
a
ho
like
the
rest
of
these
thotties
Boy,
don't
be
testin',
I
would
catch
a
body
Garbage,
slash
'em
up,
I
shoot
like
Atari
I
ain't
playing
with
these
boys,
I'm
not
Carti
Smokin'
dank,
that
shit
smell
someone
farted
O.M.G.,
yeah,
them
lyrics
retarded
Oh,
no,
please,
please
do
not
get
me
started
Got
yo'
keys,
you
ain't
leavin'
without
'em
Make
you,
please,
sit
yo'
ass
on
the
bottom
You
can
see
all
this
Fendi
and
Prada
(Ayy)
Sippin'
lean?
That's
a
joke,
I
don't
bother,
workin'
hard?
Got
that
shit
from
my
father
She
blowin'
me,
got
that
shit
from
her
mama
We
playin'
tag,
how
I'm
chasin'
these
commas
I
spend
a
bag,
fuck
you
mean?
Benny
Honda
We
drivin'
fast,
fuck
you
mean?
In
a
Honda
I'm
livin'
fast,
so
I
keep
me
a
gunna,
ayy,
yeah,
I
keep
me
a
gunna
Ayy,
'cause
I'm
never
gon'
stop
this
shit,
'cause
you
really
gon'
pop
my
wrist
Every
time
a
pussy
gonna
step
up,
get
the
fuck
out
my
way,
where
you
slipped
up
Ayy,
'fore
he
slipped
up,
all
of
my
homies
They
do
it
for
real,
don't
make
me
get
up
and
get
in
that
field,
bitch
(Ayy)
I'm
bustin'
clips
(Ayy)
Charlie,
I'm
fucking
your
bitch
(Ayy)
Shawty,
you
loving
this
shit
(Yeah)
but
we
do
not
go
for
the
kids
(Nah)
We
only
hustle
for
cash
(Ching)
we
are
not
taking
it
back
(Fuck
outta
here)
Let
it
run
up
on
the
rack
(Yeah)
put
'em
up
there
on
the
stack
(Yeah)
(Ayy)
I'm
bustin'
clips
(Ayy)
Charlie,
I'm
fucking
your
bitch
(Ayy)
Shawty,
you
loving
this
shit
(Yeah)
but
we
do
not
go
for
the
kids
(Nah)
We
only
hustle
for
cash
(Ching)
we
are
not
taking
it
back
(Fuck
outta
here)
Let
it
run
up
on
the
rack
(Yeah)
put
'em
up
there
on
the
stack
(Yeah)
Ayy,
I'm
bustin'
caps,
bitch,
Charlie,
enough
with
the
cap,
uh
Put
'em
up
there
on
the
stack,
don't
start
fuckin'
with
me,
bitch,
I
got
plans
Fuckin'
my
bitch
from
the
back,
they
go
brazy,
whew,
pop
them
xans
Woah,
woah,
I'm
bustin'
clips,
when
I'm
in
the
room,
they
up
and
dip
You
know
that
I'm
chasin'
come
commas,
my
homie'll
fuck
on
yo'
baby
mama
I
leave
his
shit
faded,
I'm
causin'
some
trauma,
this
just
how
it
is,
it
ain't
no
drama
See
how
I
spit?
I
ain't
a
llama,
she
got
attached,
sleepin'
at
my
crib
with
pajamas
Makin'
some
milli's
like
I'm
Obama
It
ain't
no
Billy
like
Def,
no
Futurama,
keep
fuckin'
wit'
me
That'll
bring
you
some
karma,
growin'
my
green
like
a
farmer,
Jaden
explodin'
Like
he
Osama,
go
back
four
tracks,
then
start
that
drama
Middle
of
the
drip
like
The
Bahamas,
I'm
shootin',
he
ain't
got
armor
I'm
boomin'
a
bitch
like
a
missile,
I'm
in
the
West,
we
grippin'
them
pistols
She
blow
like
a
whistle,
am
I
toxic?
Well,
maybe
a
little
Fuck
it,
I
know
I
am,
so
bitch,
just
get
in
the
middle
You
know
you
faux,
bitch,
I'm
official,
14
cookin'
up
He
makin'
it
sizzle,
she
ride
like
a
bus,
I
call
her
Ms.
Frizzle
Explodin'
'em
up,
I'm
yellin'
"con
brio,"
we
can't
make
time
I
ain't
DefNOTBio,
he
want
some
respect,
but
he
don't
show
manners
Countin'
some
racks,
I
buy
me
a
manor
Composin'
some
shit,
like
I'm
Richard
Wagner,
he
can
look
for
criteria
I
kidnap
an
opp,
I
ain't
from
Nigeria,
they
all
dirty
the
cup,
it's
purp',
not
bacteria
When
I
say
this
shit,
I'm
serious,
you
is
my
son,
bitch
I
am
superior,
I
make
'em
see
black
and
white,
paintin'
they
top
red
like
Syria
If
you
know
the
shit
that
you
sayin',
then
tell
me
the
trivia
If
you
can,
then
that's
good
for
you,
no
Olivia,
I
paint
your
top
red
again
Like
Bolivia,
if
you
talkin'
shit
over
and
over,
nobody
believin'
ya
Don't
listen
to
bitches
that
talk
shit,
'cause
they
won't
believe
in
ya
Don't
keep
all
of
them
posers
around,
'cause
soon,
they'll
be
leavin'
ya
(Ayy)
I'm
bustin'
clips
(Ayy)
Charlie,
I'm
fucking
your
bitch
(Ayy)
Shawty,
you
loving
this
shit
(Yeah,
yeah,
yeah!)
but
we
do
not
go
for
the
kids
(Nah)
We
only
hustle
for
cash
(Ching)
we
are
not
taking
it
back
(Fuck
outta
here)
Let
it
run
up
on
the
rack
(Yeah,
yeah,
yeah!),
put
'em
up
there
on
the
stack
(Yeah!)
(Ayy)
I'm
bustin'
clips
(Ayy)
Charlie,
I'm
fucking
your
bitch
(Ayy)
Shawty,
you
loving
this
shit
(Yeah,
yeah,
yeah!)
but
we
do
not
go
for
the
kids
(Nah)
We
only
hustle
for
cash
(Ching),
we
are
not
taking
it
back
(Fuck
outta
here)
Let
it
run
up
on
the
rack
(Yeah,
yeah,
yeah!)
put
'em
up
there
on
the
stack
(Yeah,
what?)
Yo,
14,
you
got
another
one,
yeah,
let's
go
On
that
Lil'
14
shit,
Lil'
14
Get
another
one
Yeah
1 Intro (Confrontation)
2 Hypnosis
3 Fallen
4 Midnight Freestyle
5 Paradox
6 New Dreams
7 Ded R
8 Point Blank
9 ExploDed
10 Listen for Once
11 11:11
12 Lights Out
13 Bustin' Clips
14 Outro (Confrontation)
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