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Lil' Flip( Wesley Eric Weston Jr. )
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Bustaclip [Clean]
Lyricist:Wesley Weston
Bustaclip, bustaclip, yeah Bustaclip, bustaclip, yeah Bustaclip, bustaclip, yeah Bustaclip, bustaclip (Let's take it back to the streets, n***)
Bustaclip, bustaclip (East coast) Bustaclip, bustaclip (West coast) Bustaclip, bustaclip (Midwest) Bustaclip, bustaclip (To the dirty, dirty)
Bustaclip, bustaclip (It's Flip Gates) Bustaclip, bustaclip, yeah (The number one fly boy) Bustaclip, bustaclip (I'm strapped, n***) Bustaclip, bustaclip (Let's get it poppin')
I got a brand new M***, I hope this b*** don't jam I had to bulletproof the Lam, I learned that from Cam You want a thang, got 'em yams go straight to MoneyGram I'm from the hood so you know I'm down wit' any money scam
Black glocks, white glocks spit like sheet rock You know a drank on me, this concert gon' stop A lot of cops at the scene tryin' to shut s*** down You was a nobody but now you famous now
I be out in chi-town wit' some real OG's Matter of fact one of them had dinner wit' me You gotta play by the rules when you on these streets You lil' n*** tryin' to mimic what you seein' on beef, you better
Bustaclip, bustaclip, yeah Bustaclip, bustaclip, yeah Bustaclip, bustaclip (What my gangster said) Bustaclip, bustaclip (What my gangster said, let's do it)
Bustaclip, bustaclip, yeah Bustaclip, bustaclip, yeah Bustaclip, bustaclip (I can't deny it, I'm a straight rider) Bustaclip, bustaclip (You don't wanna beef wit' me)
Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com I know some Long Beach Crips, I know some Englewood Bloods And you can ask Billy Phelps fans, I got Cali love I got a strap waitin' for me everytime I land And just to send you a message, I'll tap your man
Now he under white sheets like the Klu Klux Klan You lil' boys shouldn't beef wit' a grown a*** man I got stripes in the hood, I put in work fo' real And mentioning me will get you put in dirt fo' real
Don't mind that gramma, yeah, b***, you carry weight 'Cause I'm on this Alize and I carry weight I came back to the streets, I had to let y'all know And by the way my new deal worth 8.4 so I'm a
Bustaclip, bustaclip, yeah Bustaclip, bustaclip, yeah Bustaclip, bustaclip (What my gangster said) Bustaclip, bustaclip (What my gangster said, let's go)
Bustaclip, bustaclip, yeah Bustaclip, bustaclip, yeah Bustaclip, bustaclip (I'm strapped n***, I'm strapped n***) Bustaclip, bustaclip, yeah (I'm strapped n***, what about you?)
This for my Nap-town n***, all my G-town killas The ones wit' the b*** and them 18 wheelers Cross the state lines wit' it on them waist line cocked Cross lope and you know it's goin' down
40 cal, 50 cal, what you workin' wit', n***? I'm in a Maserati, what you swervin' in, n***? And when I'm out in Cleveland, I'm f*** wit' X It's been 'bout 5 years, he still holdin' my tech
I be in the gun range like everyday You better pray no drama ever come my way I'm in the studio now wit' a gun on my hip And I'm tired of talkin' 'bout the beef wit' me and you betta
Bustaclip, bustaclip Bustaclip, bustaclip Bustaclip, bustaclip Bustaclip, bustaclip
Bustaclip, bustaclip Bustaclip, bustaclip Bustaclip, bustaclip Bustaclip, bustaclip
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