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Correct Dump, Bust, Blast Lyrics
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Uh (Uh) Come on, ai, ai Boskeezy? Ai, my, my, turn it up (burps) Hey Boskeezy? Hey that shit right there, ay (talk to my wepolations), that shit. That's ibeen? That shit smibeen that shit ibeen? That shit smibeen, ooh (ooh) 4:15 showcasing to the max Got my truckamajig free racing causing anxiety attacks Pitch black normal tint BOOM BAP! Fucked around and overheated my Zues amp 500, oh the hoes, fuck a ho These are the thing that, uh, you need to know Bust him open spin open the duct tape and the foil Eat the rest and get a pot and let 'em boil Bullet proof vest never confess keep a bucket full of acid 1-800-888 zippers-on-tastic Clinetel, raise 'em high raise 'em low Out on bail everybody hit the floor Chorus: Dump, Bust, Blast, Dump, Bust, Dump, Bust, Blast, Dump, Bust (ooh!) Dump, Bust, Blast, Dump, Bust, Dump, Bust, (BEOTCH!) Blast Slurp slip, deep throat shit I'm outta sight I like to get my dick sucked in - broad daylight Acting bad on the soil acting tough Break your ass down like a 12-gauge and call yo' bluff Ignore a fool, that's what they holler Snatch his bootsy ass up by the collar Law enforcement agents got me and my dudes up under investigation We hot like jalapenos Man, how come niggas can't put their money together like Philipinos? I suppose, can you bring him back? He was one of them enemies that tried to participate In Swiss Cheezin' my clean ass Cadillac My Cadillac, My Pontiac I mean My under bucket hoopty parked on magazines Chorus: 2x Check it out (check it out) Third verse, let's begin lets be gone I done served more water than, uh, Evian Posted up like a thumbtack on the boulevard serving dead Yola, ice cream, Ben and Jerry (Jer) I've been doing somethings, cigars and pinky rings I'm a fixture up in this shit like E-40 and the Click Paper all up under my box spring matress choppers on top of the fridge Automatics in the kitchen cabinets man I kill a motherfucker over mathematics Haters gonna hate, but they don't count nigga hustle The dope game runs on two thing (what's that?) money and muscle Do some gotti, fourth of July your party Laid his "supposed to be so called hardest nigga in your town" Ass down in front of everybody Chorus: (with three overdubbed tracks of random talking)
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