Listen to Bustin' song with lyrics from Rick Ross

Bustin'

Rick Ross2 Feb 2016

Bustin' Lyrics

Jumpman (Explicit) - Rick Ross

Lyrics by:Rick Ross

Composed by:Rick Ross

Young Renzel

It's the biggest

Bussin bussin bussin my lil hittas bussin

Caught you leaving magic city and you know we done it

Bussin bussin bussin my lil hittas bussin

Caught you leaving magic city and you know we done it

Bussin bussin bussin my lil hittas bussin

Bussin bussin bussin my lil hittas bussin

Bussin bussin bussin my lil hittas bussin

Caught you leaving magic city and you know we done it

Black bottle boys you see what's glowing in my bucket

Maybach Maybachs pullin up and all them n***as

Rugged rugged rugged rugged rugged rugged

Young Renzel

It's the biggest

Bussin bussin bussin my lil hittas bussin

Caught you leaving Magic City and you know we done it

Black bottle boys you see what's glowing in my bucket

Maybach Maybachs pullin up and all them n***as rugged

Step off the throne look in the eyes of Al Capone

My n***as whippin noodles

Cheetos on they prison phones prison phones

Quarter kilo get your whole clique pita rolled pita rolled

Yellow b***h with green eyes always keep

My reefer rolled reefer rolled

F**k 'em f**k 'em f**k 'em double M or f**k 'em

ATT one collect call and I could touch 'em

Sam Sneak and my n***as seen my sacrifice

Double Rs on my gate I live a lavish life

I pray I'm tatted even in my afterlife

Cubans on Ferrari fat boy got an appetite appetite

I care less about you therefore it's no discussion

Half a band and n***as bussin like they play percussion

Timberland a busta hit 'em with a 808

Keep a homie in the clique that's paid to cut your face

If you didn't notice n***a we like Puff and Mae

Bad boy if you 'cross me that's another case

Jumpman Jumpman Jumpman Jumpman Jumpman Jumpman

Jumpman Jumpman Jumpman

I just seen the jet take off they

Up to something up to something

Them boys just not bluffing them boys just

Not bluffing not bluffing

Jumpman Jumpman Jumpman them boys up to something

She was tryna join the team I told her wait

Chicken wings and fries we don't go on dates

Nobu Nobu Nobu Nobu Nobu Nobu Nobu Nobu

I just throwed a private dinner in LA

Trapping is a hobby that's the way for me

Money coming fast we never getting sleep

I I just had to buy another safe

Bentley Spurs and Phantom Jordan fadeaway

 

***Lyrics are from third-parties***

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