Buss a Move

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Benji Blue Bills - Rap

Buss a Move

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[Intro] Yeah, what she say? Oh hell nah, tell her come over here Hahahaha, it's Blue Uh, I popped me a- Take your boo? Yes, I did She tryna buss a move on a kid Take your boo? Yes, I did She tryna buss a move on a kid Buss a move on a kid Buss a move on a kid Buss a move on a kid Fuck Bein Cool Bitch, give up them jewels Bitch, that Channel Two Buss your stick and buss your moves Fuck it, this shit built like fuck the rules, fuck it Buss your move, buck it What they gon' do? nothin' I'm back out, I shoot with that Russian I pop two blues, bust it I been trappin' on weed, so I'm musty And it really ain't up for discussion 'Cause my pistol, it never get rusty We gon' catch a body and bury the body, yeah that's how we took him They gon' find the bones, and there ain't gon' be no teeth to I.D. buddy These niggas that didn't wanna see, bitch tell Riri "Benji super dirty" Four up in my cup, like "Benji, how you got so muddy?" These niggas better duck, come through, skrt skrt, super bloody I be like "who said what?" Then I drop some money Yeah he ran up, got did like a dummy (Five shootings, four of them turning deadly) You ain't drop nobody, you ain't zipped nobody You ain't flipped nobody, you ain't killed nobody You ain't crease nobody, you ain't leave no body You ain't bleed nobody, you ain't even seen nobody You ain't smelled nobody, shh, don't tell nobody I'm in the hotbox in that Audi, I'ma kill him then fly out to Cali Life is sin, that shit so rowdy All the drugs, they keep me balanced We don't talk, we choosin' violence Hell no, 'cause they used to me stylin' (Atlanta police searching for a suspect this morning) You ain't check nothin' Catch him out in traffic, put his body with the rest of 'em Caught up with your bitch, eatin' outside at that restaurant He ain't had his stick, hahaha, we take his gangster, huh High speed with the Ranger, huh, kill zone, we ain't playin' with them You done got these people's house shot up tryna stay with them (Hahaha) Now they gotta lay with him, cause we been labeled him Yeah he got marked for death, every day this shit life or death Fah fah, he just got hit in his chest Bah bah bah, send shots at the rest Whip out, draw down, everything wet Say "fuck Benji," I say bet I'm okay bet, yeah okay bet, yeah okay bet, yeah okay bet Yeah okay bet, yeah, yeah [?]

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Credits

Writers
  • Benji Blue Bills
  • MAYDAY (Producer)