Meek Mill - Bust Down (feat. Young Thug) Lyrics
[Verse 1: Meek Mill]Uh, keepin' the driller, I walk in the dealerI'm 'bout to go ham with my young niggas (word)You know the rule, if you see me in trafficDon't dap me, you know I don't ***** with you (word)Rollin' with Nicki and we in the 'Bach and she hit it'Cause I brought the drugs 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 killersAn' robbers an' all of the drug dealers (hitter)We in the section, we plottin' on takin' your chainWhen you leave out the club, nigga (stick 'em)Show no mercy like a lago ([?])Ain't no money, ain't no convo (convo)Get your ***** some Louboutins, thoughIn the back, hit it with the combo (hey-ya)Bust down, bust down (bust down)Meek Milly back, like, what now? (what now?)*****es that fronted way back in the dayAll on the kid like, "What up now?" (up now?)I'm like, "What's up now?" (sup, *****?)***** 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 *****es want to ***** now (woo)I'm up now (up now), I guess its love now (love now)I guess its all cool (all cool), dope in the dog food (dog food)Lamborghini got her ***** 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 *****, big titties with some nice thighs on 'em (uh, brr)***** with me, treat you like the street nigga, we gon' ride on 'emI'm a megastrar in a foreign car, baby, slip and slide on youNo we not selfish, did that [??] you can't melt thisI hop out the [?] and they taillessI pass a mill' [??] damn quickLil' mama say she won't suck dickLil' mama just want some new kicksAll of my *****es, they bad *****esYour ***** wishin' she was a bad *****[Verse 2: Meek Mill]Put some respect on my nameThey got me feeling like BabyDiamonds, they on me, go crazySaint Laurent on me, so wavy*****ing in around, we ain't *****ing aroundI can't ***** with these niggas, they shadyI know you are [??] for [??]I know the jeweller 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 trapping and talking dollarsWait, wait, wait, I'm tryna flip it, get all the profits (flip it)I have this ***** named [??]I told that nigga I'm sorry about itShawty popping in a dog filterI'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[??] hit her with the wooohIn the Wraith, stars in the roofLight her up like PikachuIn the Ghost, playing Peak-a-booWait, wait, wait, niggas can't figure me out, heyI got this dick in her [??], heyI keep a brick in the couch, heySit on that shit in a drought, heyTell her [??] them out, heyStack it up, bag it up, add it up, [??], we shipping it out[Chorus: Young Thug]Brr, homicide, got a new Ferrari with the frog eyes on 'em (uh, brr)Slim, thick *****, big titties with some nice thighs on 'em (uh, brr)***** with me, treat you like the street nigga, we gon' ride on 'emI'm a megastrar in a foreign car, baby, slip and slide on youNo we not selfish, did that [??] you can't melt thisI hop out the [?] and they taillessI pass a mill' [??] damn quickLil' mama say she won't suck dickLil' mama just want some new kicksAll of my *****es, they bad *****esYour ***** wishin' she was a bad *****[Verse 3: Young Thug]Ho' up, my lil' ***** want some new ChucksSuck up, suck on that dick, babySuck it, suck it 'til you get the hiccupsHa, look at the wristDrift on that dick and get you hiccupsHop out the backHop out like uno dos tresHah, *****, I'm backPopping them perc by the thirtiesShe say I taste like a pimpI say [??] she want [??]Jump out that ***** from the backSlurp, baby, slurp, baby, slurpSlurp it up until you burpRihanna, Rihanna, work, work, work, workWe popping bubblegums, we popping bubblegums (yeah yeah yeah)We popping bubblegums, (yeah yeah yeah)We pop like bubblegumsIt's our year nowWe popping bublegumsWe coming 'round for someYou know you want someHe ain't know we keep going down, I'ma keep going, never never neverNever let 'em have it, never let 'em have it[??], never let 'em have it[??], see this shitNow I'm freezed though, give me hiccupsJewellery [??]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 *****, big titties with some nice thighs on 'em (uh, brr)***** with me, treat you like the street nigga, we gon' ride on 'emI'm a megastrar in a foreign car, baby, slip and slide on youNo we not selfish, did that [??] you can't melt thisI hop out the [?] and they taillessI pass a mill' [??] damn quickLil' mama say she won't suck dickLil' mama just want some new kicksAll of my *****es, they bad *****esYour ***** wishin' she was a bad *****
