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Bust Down
15.369
Hip-Hop/Rap
Bust Down adlı parça albümünün bir parçası olarak SOB X RBE tarafından 23 Ocak 2017 tarihinde yayınlandıSOB X RBE
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AlbümSOB X RBE
Çıkış Tarihi23 Ocak 2017
FirmaSOB X RBE
Melodiklik
Akustiklik
Valence
Dans Edilebilirlik
Enerji
BPM87

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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Slimmy B
Slimmy B
Vocals
Yhung T.O.
Yhung T.O.
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Wayman Barrow
Wayman Barrow
Songwriter
Juwon Lee
Juwon Lee
Songwriter
Jabbar Brown
Jabbar Brown
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Architekz
Architekz
Producer

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[Verse 1]
Uh, Margiela's cost $950
Fuck around and spend some time with me
Hold on, hold on, ain't gotta lie to me
Keep a bad bitch, I brought a dime with me
Bust out, Yeezy 950's
I don't want these broke **** eyein' me
I don't want these broke **** nowhere by me
How you bust down but your time tickin'
[Verse 2]
If you ain't gang, you can't hang with me
Shit, I'm a lame, if a lame with me
These other **** want the fame off me
I'd rather keep my .40 and my main with g-gang shit
But my brothers who I hang with
SOB, the gang, and I could never lane switch
How much that cost? A **** house rent
Thousand dollar shoes, standin' on the couch, shit
Oh, I need a rider, survivor
Oh, I'm so glad that you signed us
I'm getting closer and closer
And I take you higher and higher
[Verse 3]
Baby, show me what that cash 'bout
What that mouth 'bout
Made **** damn near pass out
While we talkin', let me tell you what my last bitch
She start to feel a ****, end up lettin' all her past out
I'm not that **** that emotionally hurt you
But I know some shit that could physically work you
I got some shit that can visually serve you
Get mentally prepared for what I got in store, girl you know
Like hold on, **** back, back
If it ain't about that cash, you can have that
I'll leave your last **** where he stand at
And just to see you happy, you know he can't stand that
[Verse 4]
Yeah, how you bust down but your time tickin'?
Always talkin' 'bout a foreign, never ride in 'em
Broke where? Bitch, my shoes cost like nine hunnid
Red bottoms with the spikes and I ain't stand in line for 'em, bitch
I don't say shit, I let them bands talk
If you see me limpin', don't trip
That's that band walk
Told the bitch to slide
And when she do take them pants off
I'm talkin' house rent
If I tell you what these pants cost
[Verse 5]
Probably got you **** stash on me
Bitch, I keep that cash on me
Rubber band stacks and my shooter keep that mac on me
Fuck them broke ****
Come and blow this money fast with me
And I ain't trick or treatin'
But you know I keep that bag on me
Stitch lip to the grave
I don't drop I just knock dimes
And I won't twitter beef 'em
My clip longer than a timeline
Bust down rollie, fuck around and caught frostbite
And leave that lame **** if you wanna live this boss life, bitch
[Verse 6]
Margiela's cost $950
Fuck around and spend some time with me
Hold on, hold on, ain't gotta lie to me
Keep a bad bitch, I brought a dime with me
Look, bust out Yeezy 950's
I don't want these broke **** eyein' me
I don't want these broke **** nowhere by me
How you bust down but your time tickin'
Written by: Jabbar Armon Brown, Juwon Lee, Wayman Barrow
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