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Busta Rhymes – HOMAGE ( Lyrics Letra) ft. Kodak Black Letra BustaRhymesVEVO Busta Rhymes – HOMAGE ( Lyrics)
Wheezy outta here

Chorus: Kodak Black
All of my bread turn mustard, I spend it on yellow diamonds
And I don’t fuck with busters unless they rhymin’, yeah
Busta ‘round, give me my flowers every time we encounter, yeah
I don’t owe a bitch shit, went from a YG to a OG, I gotta pay homage

Verse 1: Kodak Black
I had to start takin’ them jiggles and drinkin’, that liquor be makin’ me violent
I knew she was shakin’ her nigga, the way I was hittin’ on Caveman’s Island
Hot like the chain from a stripper, she ridin’ my pole, she climbin’ and slidin’
I turn that ho to a housewife, you can’t even spеll that shit without it
I took my dawg out the project, after еvery show, I give ‘em few thousand
The first time I met the ho, ‘fore I sexed ho, asked her if she knew Wale
Took a Perc’ and I call her, and when I try offer it, she told me she just do molly
I already got nine, so instead of the ‘Rari, I’ma just cop the Bugatti
Had to bust a few shotters and ride for a don
Just bust a lil’ thot if she fuck for a book
Had to pull a few robberies for me to survive
Stomach talkin’ and my bitch arguin’ too much
I got out of prison, ran it up in two months
I start right back to spendin’, boy, you gon’ do what?
Shawty smokin’ dick, it’s a mini-hookah
I’m puttin’ on my Timberlands, a nigga boo’d up
Chorus: Kodak Black
All of my bread turn mustard, I spend it on yellow diamonds
And I don’t fuck with busters unless they rhymin’, yeah
Busta ‘round, give me my flowers every time we encounter, yeah
I don’t owe a bitch shit, went from a YG to a OG, I gotta pay homage

Post-Chorus: Busta Rhymes
When I see the young G, Kodak, I love the way you be contributin’ the shit that you be doin’
I done seen you go to jail, come home, get shot, calm down and now I like the way you’re movin’
Jewelry be priceless, I like to make the records, but I love to sit a nigga down and school him
Take the information and apply it, then become a success every single time you use ‘em, yeah

Verse 2: Busta Rhymes
Canary yellow diamond, when you see it, hope you ‘preciate the mineral, yeah
Scientific with it, here to inspire the most of you so you ain’t lookin’ pitiful, yeah
Instead of watchin’ my pocket, it’s impossible to count my residuals, yeah
Every time I talk, I’m here to cut deep in the soul of every single individual, yeah
I give it to the street because I know they really wanted this
Captivated the planet and checked it off my bucket list
Drink another bottle ‘til it’s finished, take another piss
Grab another quarter milli’, throw it on my other wrist
Yeah, close your eyes, travel with us, make another wish
Now tell your bitch to come here and give me another kiss, Kodak

Chorus: Kodak Black
All of my bread turn mustard, I spend it on yellow diamonds
And I don’t fuck with busters unless they rhymin’, yeah
Busta ‘round, give me my flowers every time we encounter, yeah
I don’t owe a bitch shit, went from a YG to a OG, I gotta pay homage
Post-Chorus: Busta Rhymes
When I see the young G, Kodak, I love the way you be contributin’ the shit that you be doin’
I done seen you go to jail, come home, get shot, calm down and now I like the way you’re movin’
Jewelry be priceless, I like to make the records, but I love to sit a nigga down and school him
Take the information and apply it, then become a success every single time you use ‘em, yeah

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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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