Fishaman Matt - Buss Like Rosa Lyrics

(Oh this song is so cold)
(Ow)
(Yeah)
(Yeah)
Uh
Yo yo
(2 flame)

Lighthouse fool
John Stamos should take notes
On the beat I get to snapping like I'm Thanos
King business
I ain't worried bout bank roll
Shouldn't be surprised
Its favor that'll stay close
Been redeemed by the Lord
I'm a say so
Stand up guy
Young Fisha don't lay lo
Came through with the sauce dripping Prego
Curry on the flow
You a sub extra mayo
Bass knocking like moms when she mad
Pull up in the whip with
20 on dash
Hop out the whip
Then I start going mad
It's official
I had to bring ghost riding back
You too cool to get schooled in this class
Real life lessons boy the fake never last
Ain't no need for the breaks on my pad
Cuz we ride till the wheels fall off and then crash

Shot gun
Shot gun
Slide with the pump
Bussing like rosa
Ride in front
Yo don't get twisted I ain't talking bout guns
But that word of God gon' sound a little something like
(Like bam)
(Like bam)
(Like bam)
(Like bam)
(Like bam)
(Baaaaaam)
Reload the clip
Slide on em' like
(Like bam)
(Like bam)
(Like bam)
(Like bam)
(Like bam)
(Baaaaaam)
Empty the clip
Right on em' like

Budu Bop bam with it
Fisha Fishaman with it
Stank face on like some doo doo drop
Pants with it
Roof on fire
Better call the fireman with it
Or ambulance cuz' we throwing all hands with it
Dance with it
Where my eyes see
Put your hands with it
Spit it so
Live on stage summer jam with it
Folks come together like reunions with fam with it
Barack the party like
Yes we can wit it
(Now listen)
Make no nan difference
On your background
We get to bussin' like rosa don't back down
Clear the room how the people gon' react now
Others go
Gimme the light
No more black clouds
But He still gon' reign get your umbrella
Forecast doing something for a young fella
Bringing in the new kind of a one era
Star from the east shine wit the son's stellar

Shot gun
Shot gun
Slide with the pump
Bussing like rosa
Ride in front
Yo don't get twisted I ain't talking bout guns
But that word of God gon' sound a little something like
(Like bam)
(Like bam)
(Like bam)
(Like bam)
(Like bam)
(Baaaaaam)
Reload the clip
Slide on em' like
(Like bam)
(Like bam)
(Like bam)
(Like bam)
(Like bam)
(Baaaaaam)
Empty the clip
Right on em' like

Everybody looking
Boy what's wrong with him
Skywalker
The force too strong with him
I can see why they can't get along with him
Let alone playing out another song from him
Huh
I get it
I, I
I get it
The funk hit the fan you just don't want to admit it
Boy too sick I really should be admitted
You can hear morphine spilling through the lyrics
You going numb numb
My faith give strength to face those conundrums
Wise guy going dumb di di dumb dumb
Understand How we get it can't be undone
From a certain someone
Just mobbing through your city real deep
Fisha's on a creep like TLC
Fisha's in the sea (Intercede)
You know Fisha's in the street
With skills to make you feel like chinchilla in the heat

Shot gun
Shot gun
Slide with the pump
Bussing like rosa
Ride in front
Yo don't get twisted I ain't talking bout guns
But that word of God gon' sound a little something like
(Like bam)
(Like bam)
(Like bam)
(Like bam)
(Like bam)
(Baaaaaam)
Reload the clip
Slide on em' like
(Like bam)
(Like bam)
(Like bam)
(Like bam)
(Like bam)
(Baaaaaam)
Empty the clip
Right on em' like