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Bussdown Pasta ft. Stunnaman02 Lyrics
- Genre:Hip Hop & Rap
- Year of Release:2023
Lyrics
Yeah, I don't taste no hate cause my tongue sharp
Singing like Frank when I move with a young heart
Unmarked like a whip you don't buy
You might be fake like some shrimp with no eyes
I'm born in July, ninety five my entrance
Your portion is dry so you sour vengeance
I'm not tempted, I'm a patient recluse
Don't even care so I can't debate you
That's tasteful, but enough of that for the moment
I could choose what I say cause I actually wrote it
Never mode it cause I only do things with a motive
Sometimes when I say shit it ain't for promotion
Rap slowly but I'm open to a sprint with a high hat
Hiding in a bucket with some tints that slide back yeah
Hot box until my posture off
And we all over bread like pasta sauce
Ay ay, this that bust down pasta
When you sauced up trying to guess what it cost you
Touching bread like we making focaccia
Showing loyalty I swear that I got you
Ay ay, this that bust down pasta
This that bust down pasta
Ay, this that bust down pasta
Showing loyalty and then I swear that I got you
Ay ay, if I want that W I'ma take it
If I need that dough best believe I'm going to make it
I got twin models in my bedroom naked
Shit that they be doing you wouldn't believe they were related
I got a freaky bitch she look like a dominatrix
Tell her bust it down then baby she's going to shake it
Pussy hella good when we fuck I gotta pace it
I had to kick her out cause the head game was basic
Bust down pasta that's without a hesitation
Nigga I don't smoke but I'm lit with my Jamaicans
I took one hit I feel like I'm levitating
My hair hella maney they be telling me I'm Haitian
Ay, let me tell you what it is
If I call up Haiti then he punching up your ribs
Running through your pockets then we running through your fridge
Drunk on your Capri Suns, nigga fuck your kids
Ay, this that bust down pasta
Boy you sauced up trying to guess what it cost you
Touching bread like we making focaccia
Showing loyalty I swear that Iv'e got you
Ay ay, this that bust down pasta
This that bust down pasta
Ay, this that bust down pasta
Showing loyalty I swear that Iv'e got you
Ay ay