paroles de chanson Bussdown - MVP

Droppin' all the heat, yea I like it lil' spicy
Don't mean to piss you off, but I just like it when you feisty
These other rappers Pooh, most of them be really sheisty
But I never pay attention, cause that shit be gettin' pricey
Settin' the bar, can compute without the graphics
How a lil' rapper just caused all this lil' havoc
Jumpin' to conclusions, cause I don't fit the demographic
And I still call the shots, they don't really want the static
I don't shoot any strays
If the bullets meant for you, you gon' know right away
Keep one in the cham'
Beretta on the waist, just in case you wanna play
Let's move on from the topic, and just focus on my wallet
And I keep it in the safe, but these bitches stay in pocket
And we having rich sex, the way I box it and deposit
Cause I ain't ya Average Joe, I duck dip and dive and dodge shit

Lemme check the time, Bussdown, Bussdown
You hoes get in line, Bussdown, Bussdown
Never seeing me, Bussdown, Bussdown
I pop out and I eat, Bussdown, Bussdown
They ain't gotta ride, Bussdown, Bussdown
Push 'em to the side, Bussdown, Bussdown
Shit on me always fly, Bussdown, Bussdown
You know half why, Bussdown, Bussdown

Buss it open quick, but not a buss it open bitch
You know the type to catch a lick, but not ridin' every dick
Like 'em lil' hood, just to cap 'em on the brim
Make 'em walk the fucking plank, maybe even jump the ship
Nasty in these streets, then we nasty in the sheets
We domestic, ridin' foreigns, get aggressive when we meet
I just play one of my songs from the passenger seat
I'm the DJ, you the driver, so just ride me to the beat
Hit it, hit it, hit it, let me take a couple shots
She ask me how I want it, i'll just take it on the rocks
You really, really mad, because i'm everything you're not
Time is t-t-tickin', so just watch it how you talk
Everything you say, guarentee the repercussions
Yes I am a baker, y'all get cheaper by the dozen
... Bouta pay the henchman
Don't give a fuck bout you, or an intervention
Who the fuck are you to tell me my intentions
And who you think I am to not say shit when mentioned
Must of lost your mind, I ain't worried bout tension
Cause the crew will race up, Drivers, start your engines
Turn the key, fire it up
If not forward with me, please back it up
Cause I stay on the grind, and you stay wasting time
I swear you just trippin', go 'head and pack it up
What's up? What the problem?
Ain't a mathematician, best believe i'm bouta solve 'em
Ring a couple necks, all I gotta do is call 'em
I be on my globetrott, shout out to fuckin' Harlem
Lined up in a row, but they ain't even in my column
Boy I lived it, up to no good, I swear very solemn
1,2,3, mink, you hoes is just faux
I be on 10, all the way across the board

Lemme check the time, Bussdown, Bussdown
You hoes get in line, Bussdown, Bussdown
Never seeing me, Bussdown, Bussdown
I pop out and I eat, Bussdown, Bussdown
They ain't gotta ride, Bussdown, Bussdown
Push 'em to the side, Bussdown, Bussdown
Shit on me always fly, Bussdown, Bussdown
Now you know why, Bussdown, Bussdown

You ain't gotta hear me but I know you listening
Me and them different, i'm just social distancing
Why should I get tested? Already sickening
Take a couple obstacles, be on my pivoting
I can really talk about the same shit if I want to
Add a little twist, who gon' check me, you not s'posed to
Money, drugs, and bitches, if it's not one, then it's not cool
That's what they wanna hear then imma give them what they want fool
I'm a businessman, man i'm tryna run a business
You ain't running shit, that's why it's hard to mind your business
Diss me? You can miss me, but don't ever try to dismiss
Me, P.I.M.P., i'm just a motherfuckin' G
When i'm on the beat, i'm like a MFG machine
Ain't talkin' bout Mcdonald's, when I say i'm in McQueen
Stackin' green, chasin' paper, if it ain't loose leaf
Door is gettin' bussdown, and someone's loosin' teeth