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Correct Bust Down Lyrics
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(feat. Young Thug) [Verse 1: Meek Mill] Uh, keepin' it triller, I walk in the dealer I'm 'bout to go ham with my young niggas (word) You know the rule, if you see me in traffic Don't dap me, you know I don't fuck with you (word) Rollin' with Nicki and we in the 'Bach and she heated 'Cause I brought the drum with us (word) You know I'm fresh out the slums, nigga (slums, nigga) I know it never was love, nigga (woo) I'm in the trenches, I'm hangin' with killers An' robbers an' all of the drug dealers (hitters) We in the section, we plottin' on takin' your chain When you leave out the club, nigga (stick 'em) Show no mercy like a 'lago ('lago) Ain't no money, ain't no convo (convo) Get your bitch some Louboutins, though In the back, hit it with the combo (hey-ya) Bust down, bust down (bust down) Meek Milly back, like, what now? (what now?) Bitches that fronted way back in the day All on the kid like, "What up now?" (up now?) I'm like, "What's up now?" (sup, bitch?) You fuck with that lame an' you stuck now (stuck now) Bulletproof all in the truck now (truck now) Promethazine in my cup now (cup now) When you be poppin', these niggas dick ridin' An' pretty bitches wanna fuck now (woo) I'm up now (up now), I guess it's love now (love now) I guess it's all cool (all cool), dope in the dog food (dog food) Lamborghini got her pussy wet, call it a carpool (whoa) [Chorus: Young Thug] Brr, homicide, got a new Ferrari with the frog eyes on 'em (uh, brr) Slim, thick bitch, big titties with some nice thighs on 'em (uh, brr) Fuck with me, treat you like a street nigga, we gon' ride on 'em I'm a megastar in a foreign car, baby, slip and slide on you No we not selfish, this that real gold you can melt this I paint 'em up and they tailless I pass a mil' like the damn quiz Lil' mama say she won't suck dick Lil' mama just want some new kicks All of my bitches, they bad bitches Your bitch wish she was a bad bitch [Verse 2: Meek Mill] Put some respect on my name (woo) They got me feeling like Baby (hey) Diamonds, they on me, go crazy (hey) Saint Laurent on me, so wavy (hey) Fucking in around, we ain't fucking around I can't fuck with these niggas, they shady (no) I know your jewelry fugazi (I know) I know the jeweler who made it (who made it) Frauds, I know these niggas gon' talk about 'em (yeah, yeah) We gettin' money, they talk about it (yeah, yeah) We never ever gon' talk about it (yeah, yeah) We only trappin' and talking dollars Wait, wait, wait, I'm tryna flip it, get all the profits (flip it) I hit his bitch now he callin' bout it I told that nigga I'm sorry 'bout it Shawty popping in a dog filter (yeah) I'm a dog, I'm a dog nigga (yeah) I'm a shooter, I don't call niggas (what?) On the D'Usse like Wall nigga (woo) Cross her over, hit her with the woooh In the Wraith, stars in the roof Light her up like Pikachu In the Ghost, playing peek-a-boo Wait, wait, wait, niggas can't figure me out, hey I got this stick in the house, hey I keep a brick in the couch, hey Sit on that shit in a drought, hey Sell it for triple the amount, hey Stack it up, bag it up, add it up, ready for shippin', we sendin' it out Hey [Chorus: Young Thug] Brr, homicide, got a new Ferrari with the frog eyes on 'em (uh, brr) Slim, thick bitch, big titties with some nice thighs on 'em (uh, brr) Fuck with me, treat you like a street nigga, we gon' ride on 'em I'm a megastar in a foreign car, baby, slip and slide on you No we not selfish, this that real gold you can melt this I paint 'em up and they tailless I pass a mil' like the damn quiz Lil' mama say she won't suck dick Lil' mama just want some new kicks All of my bitches, they bad bitches Your bitch wish she was a bad bitch [Verse 3: Young Thug] Hold up, my lil' bitch want some new Chucks Suck up, suck on that dick, baby Suck it, suck it 'til you get the hiccups Ha, look at the wrist Drift on that dick and catch hiccups Hop out the back Hop out like uno, dos, tres Hah, bitch, I'm back Popping them percs by the thirties She say I taste like a pimp I say, "At least you won't burp" Jump out that bitch from the back Slurp, baby, slurp, baby, slurp Slurp it up until you burp Rihanna, Rihanna, work, work, work, work We poppin' bubblegums (pop, pop, pop) We poppin' bubblegums (yeah, yeah, yeah) We poppin' bubblegums (yeah, yeah, yeah) We pop like bubblegum It's our year now We poppin' bubblegum We comin' 'round for some You know you want some He ain't know we keep going down I'ma keep going, never, never, never Never let 'em have it, never let 'em have it Grab them hair triggers, nigga, let 'em have it [??], see this shit Now I'm freezed though, give me hiccups Jewelry freeze cup Lost a mil', got it right back, nigga, please believe us [Chorus: Young Thug] Brr, homicide, got a new Ferrari with the frog eyes on 'em (uh, brr) Slim, thick bitch, big titties with some nice thighs on 'em (uh, brr) Fuck with me, treat you like a street nigga, we gon' ride on 'em I'm a megastar in a foreign car, baby, slip and slide on you No we not selfish, this that real gold you can melt this I paint 'em up and they tailless I pass a mil' like the damn quiz Lil' mama say she won't suck dick Lil' mama just want some new kicks All of my bitches, they bad bitches Your bitch wish she was a bad bitch
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