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  • AJ Tracey – Buster Cannon letras

    [Hook]
    Backstage, couple drinks, I’m loose
    All I see is bums and boobs
    I’m turnt, step on the stage
    Buster cannon, man gon’ blow up the room
    Buster cannon, blow up the room
    Buster cannon, blow up the room
    Lickin’ down shows and I’m bringing in racks
    Buster cannon blow up the room
    Backstage, couple drinks, I’m loose
    All I see is bums and boobs
    I’m turnt, step on the stage
    Buster cannon, man gon’ blow up the room
    Buster cannon, blow up the room
    Buster cannon, blow up the room
    Lickin’ down shows and I’m bringing in racks
    Buster cannon, blow up the room

    [Verse 1]
    Man’s from Grove, you already know
    Beg friend who? Kick him in a hole
    Bare Nike ticks on the kicks, that shows
    Asked who I am, she already knows
    Gang only, gangdem, that’s bros
    Fam know me, famdem, let’s go
    "Can I get a verse?" Big fat no
    Squad with smoke, click clack bow
    Man chat nuff, go get a job
    Girls want cuff, I just want gwop
    You’re a wasteman, you’re a big fat slob
    Don’t have a fit, don’t cry, don’t sob
    Turn up to shows, I’m already drunk
    Shelling down grime, I don’t do funk
    Guys got the shotgun, big like Inch
    And the barrel come long like a elephant’s trunk (Wah?)
    Stepping on checks, stepping onstage
    I don’t want a beat from them man, that’s dead
    If it ain’t Nyge or Faze then it’s Tre
    Cuh the beat sound like an impact to the head
    Backstage entrance, no front door
    Got a plus 10 and they’ve got a plus 4
    Man do graveyard when I’m on tour
    Don’t chase girls, lose one, there’s more

    [Hook]
    Backstage, couple drinks, I’m loose
    All I see is bums and boobs
    I’m turnt, step on the stage
    Buster cannon, man gon’ blow up the room
    Buster cannon, blow up the room
    Buster cannon, blow up the room
    Lickin’ down shows and I’m bringing in racks
    Buster cannon blow up the room
    Backstage, couple drinks, I’m loose
    All I see is bums and boobs
    I’m turnt, step on the stage
    Buster cannon, man gon’ blow up the room
    Buster cannon, blow up the room
    Buster cannon, blow up the room
    Lickin’ down shows and I’m bringing in racks
    Buster cannon, blow up the room

    [Verse 2]
    I’m in the green room
    All my Gs dem smoking with the green
    Crem am-am to the dome
    This big fat bud, no seed
    My riders got a couple bottles
    Red Bulls in the tiles for the Gs
    Girls tryna leech
    I ain’t here for the pum, man came for the P
    So show me the money, man shut down for the money
    Lock off the rave for the money
    Man don’t give out my bars, that’s money
    Man won’t promote your garms, that’s money
    Yeah, I’m a tank on stage like Kanté
    Stir up the waves like Ashanté
    Ask a peng if she heard ‘Packages’, yes?
    Off pant, take off the panty
    Woah, pull up the deck when I turn up
    Bare reloads, man ah burn up
    Tryna’ stack bread, man ah earn up
    If you never knew, better learn up
    My guys got the MAC, no burger
    Some new tings that you ain’t heard of
    If you diss my guys, it’s a AM
    If you diss my marge, it’s a murder

    [Hook]
    Backstage, couple drinks, I’m loose
    All I see is bums and boobs
    I’m turnt, step on the stage
    Buster cannon, man gon’ blow up the room
    Buster cannon, blow up the room
    Buster cannon, blow up the room
    Lickin’ down shows and I’m bringing in racks
    Buster cannon blow up the room
    Backstage, couple drinks, I’m loose
    All I see is bums and boobs
    I’m turnt, step on the stage
    Buster cannon, man gon’ blow up the room
    Buster cannon, blow up the room
    Buster cannon, blow up the room
    Lickin’ down shows and I’m bringing in racks
    Buster cannon, blow up the room


  • Game – F*ck Orange Juice (1992 Album) letras

    [Hook]
    You see these white people vote for Trump but they don’t give a fuck about OJ
    I watch the nigga whole TV show and still don’t give a fuck about OJ
    And don’t go out like OJ
    Beat a murder, went to jail for some football cards, I can’t go out like OJ

    [Verse]
    White Bronco through the city like El Chapo
    I get my dick sucked as I pulled up in Del Taco
    It’s the coach, you the presence of the ghost
    Nigga say he can outrap me? I DOC his throat, fuck him
    Guns, I tuck ’em, bitches I bust ’em
    My niggas kidnap kids like Ciara and Russell, uh
    That ain’t no future for me, now come and touch mine
    Your whole family tree’ll get flatlined
    Face off, twin Desert Eagles crack spines
    I ain’t joking so keep playing on the batline
    This ain’t Gotham, this is Compton nigga
    We mix Red Bulls with vodka nigga
    We blow chronic and sleep with monsters nigga
    Try to be conscious, get left unconscious nigga
    And we got rocket launchers nigga
    Ain’t never been to Iraq, the government sponsor niggas

    [Hook]
    You see these white people vote for Trump but they don’t give a fuck about OJ
    I watch the nigga whole TV show and still don’t give a fuck about OJ
    And don’t go out like OJ
    Beat a murder, went to jail for some football cards, I can’t go out like OJ