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Busters
356
Hip-Hop/Rap
Busters was released on May 15, 2013 by Tree as a part of the album Sunday School II : When Church Lets Out
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Release DateMay 15, 2013
LabelTree
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM67

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Tree
Tree
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Tremaine Johnson
Tremaine Johnson
Songwriter

Lyrics

Kiss my ass, my realest homies know me
If I got it then you got it, you ain’t even gotta ask
Fuck you, too, talking like you hung around
And did something special, but it benefited you
Bitch, go to hell, living in this life I’ve been in love, you’d never tell
Enjoying 'em and spoiling 'em with whatever they wear
But she don’t see your 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
I, blew up in the city that them other **** left
I, did It, I shit it, ain’t nobody fucking with me
Got a big house in the burbs and a condo in the city
Rap money got me fucking hella broads
Got me counting hella fifties
Busters tryna talk about me, ask me if I care, tho
Tryna keep me on the ground, I'll be in the air, tho
Bunch of other phony **** smiling in my face
I don’t know what this is, ?
Busters tryna talk about me, ask me if I care, tho
Tryna keep me on the ground, I'll be in the air, tho
Bunch of other phony **** smiling in my face
I don’t know what this is, ?
**** getting booked, good luck, my show's paid
They flying me to Vegas and London for days
And I’m sorry that your chance of getting on could just fade
When I walk up in the building he got three-four **** with em
He got 3-4 zips of lemon, that's that loud you can hear ‘em but you probably can’t get near ‘em
‘Cause the lobby full of bitches and they fighting for a picture
The cops is getting stricter, they asking
Which one would you like? And I say the thicker
And I’mma take a sister and she ain’t Rollin' wit' us
Life of a rap star, **** hit it big, sold packs out the trap car
Duckin' from the pigs, old friends hating on me
I don’t owe them **** shit
Same ones talk about you, jealous ‘cause you rich
Why you jumping out of Benzes, 20 inch lorenz's
Homie that gonna be around, who you split your ends with
And that’s just how we ended, and that’s just how we end it
Busters tryna talk about me, ask me if I care, tho
Tryna keep me on the ground, I'll be in the air, tho
Bunch of other phony **** smiling in my face
I don’t know what this is, ?
Busters tryna talk about me, ask me if I care, tho
Tryna keep me on the ground, I'll be in the air, tho
Bunch of other phony **** smiling in my face
I don’t know what this is, ?
Written by: Tremaine Johnson
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