Come what may
May sound cliché
But I gets busy
They can't stop me
When my perm gets long and gray
I still gets busy
They can't stop me
For you niggas to come through this motherf*cker
And sit here
And say the shit that you been saying
I'm a call one nigga out in particular
And nigga you know who I'm talking about
You know who I'm talking about nigga
All of a sudden now nigga you on his side
F*ck that. You challenged his pimpin' nigga
Nigga you ain't never been in a position
To say
Where this nigga is at
You know you ain't never been on this nigga's level
You know who I'm talking about
I'm talking about you
Wherever he go they eyes stay aglow
Big worm had a Hollywood perm
This shit real, barely gray and still grow
Dwight secure as a brokerage firm
Reap what you sew if you got a good hoe
I'm not Hammer but they put me in the mix
Malicious tactics, punk shit and dirty tricks
Hollerin' she allergic to latex
Fellas, don't let em keep you from safe sex
Pocket tried to say these niggas give me respect
I disagree so I shall keep my feet planted on their necks
Musically speaking lied and said I was peaking
I make music everyday not just the weekends
From the nineties to the twenties and beyond
I flex the brawn, cape on 'til I'm gone
A class by myself my own lane my own breed
Mainly use edibles and barely smoke weed
The little Count that could when they was all high speed
Allergic to the bullshit in the sea of rap's ragweed
To all my foes, friends hoes and naysayers
Introducing the nice guy
The last boss player
Come what may
May sound cliché
But I gets busy
They can't stop me
When my perm gets long and gray
I still gets busy
They can't stop me
Count Bass D - Busy Lyrics
Count Bass D - Busy Lyrics
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Come what may
May sound cliché
But I gets busy
They can't stop me
When my perm gets long and gray
I still gets busy
They can't stop me
For you niggas to come through this motherf*cker
And sit here
And say the shit that you been saying
I'm a call one nigga out in particular
And nigga you know who I'm talking about
You know who I'm talking about nigga
All of a sudden now nigga you on his side
F*ck that. You challenged his pimpin' nigga
Nigga you ain't never been in a position
To say
Where this nigga is at
You know you ain't never been on this nigga's level
You know who I'm talking about
I'm talking about you
Wherever he go they eyes stay aglow
Big worm had a Hollywood perm
This shit real, barely gray and still grow
Dwight secure as a brokerage firm
Reap what you sew if you got a good hoe
I'm not Hammer but they put me in the mix
Malicious tactics, punk shit and dirty tricks
Hollerin' she allergic to latex
Fellas, don't let em keep you from safe sex
Pocket tried to say these niggas give me respect
I disagree so I shall keep my feet planted on their necks
Musically speaking lied and said I was peaking
I make music everyday not just the weekends
From the nineties to the twenties and beyond
I flex the brawn, cape on 'til I'm gone
A class by myself my own lane my own breed
Mainly use edibles and barely smoke weed
The little Count that could when they was all high speed
Allergic to the bullshit in the sea of rap's ragweed
To all my foes, friends hoes and naysayers
Introducing the nice guy
The last boss player
Come what may
May sound cliché
But I gets busy
They can't stop me
When my perm gets long and gray
I still gets busy
They can't stop me
May sound cliché
But I gets busy
They can't stop me
When my perm gets long and gray
I still gets busy
They can't stop me
For you niggas to come through this motherf*cker
And sit here
And say the shit that you been saying
I'm a call one nigga out in particular
And nigga you know who I'm talking about
You know who I'm talking about nigga
All of a sudden now nigga you on his side
F*ck that. You challenged his pimpin' nigga
Nigga you ain't never been in a position
To say
Where this nigga is at
You know you ain't never been on this nigga's level
You know who I'm talking about
I'm talking about you
Wherever he go they eyes stay aglow
Big worm had a Hollywood perm
This shit real, barely gray and still grow
Dwight secure as a brokerage firm
Reap what you sew if you got a good hoe
I'm not Hammer but they put me in the mix
Malicious tactics, punk shit and dirty tricks
Hollerin' she allergic to latex
Fellas, don't let em keep you from safe sex
Pocket tried to say these niggas give me respect
I disagree so I shall keep my feet planted on their necks
Musically speaking lied and said I was peaking
I make music everyday not just the weekends
From the nineties to the twenties and beyond
I flex the brawn, cape on 'til I'm gone
A class by myself my own lane my own breed
Mainly use edibles and barely smoke weed
The little Count that could when they was all high speed
Allergic to the bullshit in the sea of rap's ragweed
To all my foes, friends hoes and naysayers
Introducing the nice guy
The last boss player
Come what may
May sound cliché
But I gets busy
They can't stop me
When my perm gets long and gray
I still gets busy
They can't stop me
Writer: DWIGHT CONWAY FARRELL
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Copyright: Lyrics © Exploration Group LLC