
ROBOSHOTTA Busta Rhymes (Ft. Burna Boy)
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[Intro: Busta Rhymes]
Yeah
We gon' show a nigga how blackout is supposed to feel
[Verse 1: Busta Rhymes]
I kick a bwoy face off like we playin' soccer
I got that white you can call it Cyndi Lauper
I hope you don't front, duke'll meet your baby mother
I fuck your bitch more than you, yuh a baby father
My passport pregnant, niggas call me globe trotter
Fresh dip, nigga stay in Dolce & Gabbana
See every time mi do it, yes, mi haffi do it proper
And when me in di buidling, bitch, you know it doh matta, matta, matta
Yeah, wid a whole heap a shotta
Wid a whole heap a Glock and di whole a dem a choppa
Bow, bow, bow, shots fly, Waka Flocka
I oversee my bread, my bitches count my every dollar
[Verse 2: Burna Boy]
Yeah, man ah god to a demon, that we can agree on
Pledge your allegiance to better not involve me
Word to every diamond in my Jesus piece
Serious, re-re-real, head banger
You better get back, I be a suicide bomber
Like it's a spell, we ah spend we whole life on that
S'body kill fi di flex, S'bdoy die fi di banner
Somebody try kill somebody, then somebody gun jam up
Now somebody cyan stand up
Woi
Walk on it
Talk and get done up
Badmind dem backbite and plan up
Wi nuh tek bad up
That mathematics don't add up
Yeah, they call me Burna Boy, but I'm a full grown adult
No sign of weakness
Yeah
We gon' show a nigga how blackout is supposed to feel
[Verse 1: Busta Rhymes]
I kick a bwoy face off like we playin' soccer
I got that white you can call it Cyndi Lauper
I hope you don't front, duke'll meet your baby mother
I fuck your bitch more than you, yuh a baby father
My passport pregnant, niggas call me globe trotter
Fresh dip, nigga stay in Dolce & Gabbana
See every time mi do it, yes, mi haffi do it proper
And when me in di buidling, bitch, you know it doh matta, matta, matta
Yeah, wid a whole heap a shotta
Wid a whole heap a Glock and di whole a dem a choppa
Bow, bow, bow, shots fly, Waka Flocka
I oversee my bread, my bitches count my every dollar
[Verse 2: Burna Boy]
Yeah, man ah god to a demon, that we can agree on
Pledge your allegiance to better not involve me
Word to every diamond in my Jesus piece
Serious, re-re-real, head banger
You better get back, I be a suicide bomber
Like it's a spell, we ah spend we whole life on that
S'body kill fi di flex, S'bdoy die fi di banner
Somebody try kill somebody, then somebody gun jam up
Now somebody cyan stand up
Woi
Walk on it
Talk and get done up
Badmind dem backbite and plan up
Wi nuh tek bad up
That mathematics don't add up
Yeah, they call me Burna Boy, but I'm a full grown adult
No sign of weakness
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