Mês: novembro 2023

Busta Rhymes – BIG EVERYTHING ( Lyrics Letra) ft. DaBaby, T-Pain Letra BustaRhymesVEVO Busta Rhymes – BIG EVERYTHING ( Lyrics Letra) ft. DaBaby, T-Shooter
Serious shooter
It’s baby, look

I told them niggas I was top five when I was underground
yeah

Fuckin’ model bitches, give them hoes the runaround
okay, okay

All I ever knew that girl to be was just a freak ho
a freak

I’ma let the world think that she a woman now
To go get some cds, I sold niggas remix
remix

I sold this shit to any nigga want a pound
Used to wrap ‘em fast like I was busta rhymes
huh?

Them niggas had ‘em thirty-five, I had ‘em twenty-nine
Every day, a nigga flip phone ring a hundred times
Had a foreign car, big coat ‘fore I wrote a rhyme
Buy the car, throw the tint on, and I roll around
Yeah, brand new whip, pull a brand new bitch in it

Niggas sick when we pull up, you know how we with it
They cop every bottle, get drunk and they spill it all over the place
Hold up, watch my shoes
I’m gettin’ plenty money, how ‘bout you?
Baby, we throw so much bread to the point I’m exhausted
uh-huh

Drinkin’ every bottle till a nigga get nauseous
uh-huh

Hundred bitches by a nigga, all of them gorgeous
uh-huh

Hundred thousand on a nigga, more in the office
Hand-pick an eater bitch, box of chocolates
uh-huh

Beat it, little nigga, ‘fore I cock the targets
uh-huh

Money growing bigger than a brontosaurus
Money I throw at bitches, cop box to porsches
Get that dough, shorty, get that ho for me
get it

Yeah, shorty, sit that low
uh-huh

Bring it back, girl, go ‘head and put it on a nigga like
Like you tryna get another go
yeah

Niggas acting like they throwing money with bosses
uh-huh

You don’t wanna do that, cut some of your losses
uh-uh

Every single thing about a nigga enormous
Lot of gold on a nigga and the diamonds is flawless
See, you motherfuckers could never do the shit I be doing
The best that you knew and been shaking and moving
And showing and proving, you know that we chewing and business is booming
Don’t come around me playing ‘cause I ain’t never fooling with none of you niggas
aw, shit

And when I spit, it’s spooky to some of you niggas
To tell ‘em the truth, see, I ain’t moving with none of you niggas
And body shit till it’s time to be gone
Fuck up the building till I leave and I’m done with you niggas

Oh, whole lot of shit just to get here
Tried to get in, to fit in, to sit here, oh
Big money, big dreams, big everything
I been workin’ all day and all night
all night

Everything is alright, oh
Big money, big dreams, big everything

Yes, we see y’all, and most of you niggas is b-balls and straight total recalls
You won’t understand this shit we on
Fuck around, buy the bar, get your drink on
The owner, he’ll fuck with me, he let me smoke my lil’ reefer with you
Drinkin’ ‘yac and tequila
what you drinking?

You drinking it straight or you need you some ice?
I look like I just walked out the freezer
ice

Oh, she like her shit straight, she don’t chase it
Bitch, that ain’t no ice tray, that’s a bracelet
Yeah, say she can’t wait to get naked
uh-huh

Do your thing, bitch, I make you my favorite
She say she won’t eat my dick every day, I say no, she gon’ take it
no

I need a minute now ‘cause I’m a millionaire, make niggas millionaires
Tell I handle business, have the Lamborghini spinning out
Maybach truck, maybach car, they can’t see in ‘cause it’s tinted
Can’t see us till we drop the window
Unrecline the seats, let the tray out
Close the curtain and eat, today, we having seabass and spinach
Give a fuck ‘bout your image
Please do not talk to me until I’m done, nigga, wait till I’m finished
I’ll leave you a blemish
Swellin’ all over your face, fuck it, I’ll make you diminish
Use thirty-day tags when you spending
Big smile, who the dentist?
I can keep the whole label independent
Anything out my mouth that I say, then I motherfuckin’ did it
Bitch bad like dennis the menace
go

On a private to venice
Fucked all her friends, left ‘em back in New York, making all of ‘em jealous
Order more sweaters
Niggas so cold, had to warm ‘em up, then I called all of my fellas
The inside every car made of leather
yeah, yeah

Waste the drink, change the car, it’s whatever
While shopping, I copped me some Dior and dolce
And then I went and copped a couple margielas
I sip from a couple wine cellars
The fans write a couple wild letters
See, I’m a nigga that’ll always give thanks, I’m friends with a couple bank tellers
They let me skip lines at the bank, they call me mr. Kirk
The clerks know that I’m paid, so they flirt
let’s go

Still stay down when you stay down, it hurt
Want the change, want the chains, gotta work
Locking in, clocking in
On an overnight in your state, I press a button, open up the gate, I’m driving in

Nigga, I ain’t squashing shit
Fuck a white flag, it’s a problem right now if we ever had a problem then
Ain’t got too much to say ‘cause she swallowing
Want me to open up the gate, you gotta call it in
She a naughty girl, I pull up on lil’ baby rocking nautica
She begging me to put it on her face, I told her: Not again
not again

I go wherever the fuck I want, it ain’t no signing in
uh-uh

I do whatever the fuck I want, don’t like it? Try me then
She put my dick and both of my balls in her mouth
And I stand there in disbelief with my hand on my head wondering how she got ‘em in
fuck

Every time we move, you know a nigga gotta win
We got a bag and every DJ nigga got a spin
When we fuck up everything in the building, all of a sudden, nigga got a whole lot again
Give me one more line, og, one more line
yeah, nigga

You know we drown niggas with heat, I hope you know you gotta swim
Okay, one more line, just one more line, one more line
Despite you know we coming to eat, you know we got up in the gym

Oh, whole lot of shit just to get here
Tried to get in, to fit in, to sit here, oh
Big money, big dreams, big everything
I been workin’ all day and all night
all night

Everything is alright, oh
Big money, big dreams, big everything
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Busta Rhymes – OPEN WIDE ( Lyrics ) ft. Chris Brown, Shenseea Letra BustaRhymesVEVO Busta Rhymes – OPEN WIDE ( Lyrics ) ft. Chris Brown, Shenseea
Chorus: Chris Brown
I put my hand inna your sugar jar
You a superstar
Gyal, it’s you and I, yeah
And we alone, girl, we can do it loud
Gyal, it’s do or die
Come on, baby, just open wide
‘Pen wide, ‘pen wide
Baby, baby, you open wide
’Pen wide (Ayy), ‘pen wide (Ayy), ‘pen wide (Ayy, uh)

Verse 1: Busta Rhymes
See you’s a troublemaker? Let’s cause some trouble
Bust a bottle of Rosé, let the bottle bubble
Take a sip of the bottle when you unloosen my buckles
Fuck what they think, they can’t fuck with this power couple
Thе way you got me feeling, girl, I think we bettеr go
Then get to making love on the balcony of the Delano
Presidential suite, full of loving that’s unconditional
‘Til I taste your soul in your tongue, what we we doing is spiritual
Mami, see when I’ma do it put you in a coma, yo
And watch you sleep like a baby and sip me a Corona slow
Wining and dining on an island daydreaming
Two doves laying on the table where we brunching and eating
We smile and tryna decipher the symbol and the meaning
And we look back at each other while we sip a little riesling
Lots of love in every evening, squeezing hard
When I reminisce over you, my god
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Chorus: Chris Brown
I put my hand inna your sugar jar
You a superstar
Gyal, it’s you and I, yeah
And we alone, girl, we can do it loud
Gyal, it’s do or die
Come on, baby, just open wide
’Pen wide, ‘pen wide
Baby, baby, you open wide
‘Pen wide (Ayy), ‘pen wide (Ayy), ’pen wide (Ayy, uh)

Post-Chorus: Chris Brown
It’s alright (Alright), you got my number
Call me when you need more
And that dress (Ooh), I got you under
I’ma try to make you open wide
‘Pen wide, ‘pen wide
Baby, I got you open wide
‘Pen wide, ‘pen wide (Ayy-ayy), ‘pen wide (Ayy)

Verse 2: Shenseea
Ah Shenseea
O-P-E-N, if you bust quick
Me a ticket you for speeding
Only time you leave I if I hit a nerve and
Real good pussy, give you something fi believe in (I be)
Wet like a tidal (I be)
Too open wide
Butt wide my mean some are big inna size (Oh)
Boy, come to me
Pussy power make any dead man come alive
Verse 3: Busta Rhymes
She got the fish up with the hooker and
Give it to me, ma
That’s how me love it, yeah
Full up on loving, I got the open fire
Check the temperature, it getting hot up in here all night
Baby girl, yes, I see you
Me way you pulling off your clothes
Every girl tryin’ to be you
Me with you come, I’ll steal the show and I

Chorus: Chris Brown
I put my hand inna your sugar jar
You a superstar
Gyal, it’s you and I, yeah
And we alone, girl, we can do it loud
Gyal, it’s do or die
Come on, baby, just open wide
‘Pen wide, ‘pen wide
Baby, baby, you open wide
‘Pen wide (Ayy), ‘pen wide (Ayy), ‘pen wide (Ayy, uh)
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