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August 08 - Bussdown Your Soul Lyrics

Fuck what you know
Drop top, send notes
Ice out your chain but can't bussdown your soul
You can't bussdown your soul

Lost out on money with love (Love)
They call me emotional Numbing the pain with the drugs (Drugs)
Back on the Eastside
Gun shots (Baow, baow)
On life
Fuck all these niggas and they fake lives
No face, no case, on life
(In the drop top)
Pull up on the homies on that old shit
Fucking politics and bitches 'til the morning
You ain't got your on, you ain't all in
She said

Fuck what you know
Drop top, send notes
Ice out your chain but can't bussdown your soul
You can't bussdown your soul

Cortez is at the funerals (Funerals)
Gun powder in the cuticules (Uh-uh, uh-uh)
We out here
stunning on the front livе
Throwing shit up, 'cause I was sleepin' outside the tents went and got more
I had to shoot the ba-dam, ba-dam, ggrra, pah
Bought a new chain went up
Shawty lie to me, like nigga you don't

Fuck what you know
Drop top, send notes
Ice out your chain but can't bussdown your soul
You can't bussdown your soul

I got stardust in my eyes
I got karats, keep 'em glow us through the night
I got stardust in my eyes
I got karats, keep 'em glow us through the night
I got stardust in my eyes
I got karats, keep 'em glow us through the night
I got stardust in my eyes
I got karats, keep 'em glow us through the night

And baby you know I'm scared
I'm a beach boy
On the Eastside, cruising down With a I'll be in the fast car
Riding in the star and way up
Oh woah