8th Wonder Of The World: Nature Boy ft. B.U.S.T.A. Lyrics

Baddest bitches in the world, they wanna come with us, bet they can ride with us

Rockin' the city, we drunk, got me leanin' Goddamn, can't believe it, we goin' up

Yeah, baby, we goin' up

Yeah, baby, we run it up

They stuck over there, they can't fuck with us

Trapped in that spot, but they stuck on us

Layin' beach side in a city, I thought was fake

Can't believe it, my nigga, I made a way

I got hot off her beats like the ski I skate

That's on God, I'ma make 'em remember me

With the Klan, ain't no match, bitch, we on the climb

Like her smile, so you know she can fuck with Don

I'ma light like I spin around in a tower

And I knew it was destined, gettin' paid by the hour

Yeah, boost in my head, now I'm feelin' the hype

Pass me the drink, got a lemonade spiked

I'm from the town, this shit ain't all hype

Yeah, huh, I'm not Denver, my ears both got nuggets

I'm Mr. YK, I got built in the dungeon

I got this rap shit, you can't take it from me

Ayy, mm-hmm

And that number one spot, ain't up for discussion

I'm peak season, yo shit been plug-in

Deep down, these niggas jealous

One thing you'll know is that I'ma win

I go hard in the paint, YK, Waka then

Don't you feel no type of way, cause I'm confident

It ain't me that you hate, so get out that jam

We not enemies, see, that won't be fair

The only friends I need, BCB, Yung Klan

If I win, that's we, like I'm speakin' French

No Joel Embiid, get the Ja Morant, you get it (Hold on, I'm sorry)

Fuck it cook the beat, tell em run it back

No comparin' me, YK, Omni Man

Shamar, Buda, me, BUSTA, Sway, gon' win

Surrounded by the

Baddest bitches in the world, they wanna come with us, bet they can ride with us

Rockin' the city, we drunk, got me leanin' Goddamn, can't believe it, we goin' up

Yeah, baby, we goin' up

Yeah, baby, we run it up

They stuck over there, they can't fuck with us

Trapped in that spot, but they stuck on us

I'm known to go crazy, need a straightjacket

All this money, linen, think I made fabric

Baby want me, cause she know I'm bout action

Don raised a army, he said, BUSTA you, drafted

What happened, wasn't a mishap

Fuckin' bad bitches and the shade, tip-top

Big BUSTA flop, hell nah, that's a have not

I get the bag, you ask, you a bell hop

Song with two goats floatin' on it, this a kid's bop

Fear not, baby, you with a good guy

She ain't playin' games, she can't wear hair ties

She keep doin' the right thing, I'ma make her a mod

I'm standin' on top, like the groom and the bride

You a leftover fry, you a leftover guy

You not incredible, nigga, you not dottin' yo I's

Raps suit me like it was designed by E.M

They see BUSTA like, oh, he him

Used to be Ant, but I went Hank Pam

All this green on mind like a Sims

So much on my ibuprofem

But when he gave me the mic, made all the difference

Don and BUSTA on the beat, is a split decision

All my niggas bring shit to the table its a Friendsgiving

Went from dead missions to the bread missions

Thot she she was talkin' shit, put her on her knees

She was just yappin'

Stuffed for her code name backwood packin'

She seen me, she glad, no one screamin' action

Big BUSTA, big dawg, like a bullmastiff

Who knew

Who knew Don BUSTA would be this massive

Who knew

Who knew Don BUSTA would be this massive