J cole head bussa

I was so late for class Hit the probate, get trashed Fell asleep off the Henny Back in '08 I crashed With my foot on the gas Thank the Lord I'm still here No insurance so now I'm racin' home on first gear On that morn' I shed tears Asking what I'm doing here I should be rich, I'm sick, it's like I got the fuckin' flu in here But yet I'm just chillin' like I'm back on the yard My niggas say I'm the truth and when I rap they applaud That what was my Unsigned Hype like in the back of The Source It's like I'm tryna get the head, but she's just jackin' me off I needed more Had to earn stripes, no Adidas store Put my feet on floor Borrow money from mi amor Just to cop a microphone, the same one that put me on tour She held you down, now you out here fuckin' 'round Related. Log in now to add this track to your mixtape! Log in to add a tag.

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Log in now to add this track to your mixtape! Don't know I just block out the pain, blow the fuck up get dough See I thought that would help me, it turns out its worse now My girl want her first child, my label won't work out My mama don't see me unless I'm on tv, I pray she don't break down She strong but she need me They killed Saddam, now I wonder who's sane How you balance being Batman, Bruce Wayne?

Cole] Now this is for my broke niggas, rich niggas What? Create an account with SongMeanings to post comments, submit lyrics, and more.

Do I roll up, get higher? Or po' up, get tired? Muthafucka, I'm a fuckin' head bussa go Coming down on the strip looking in the whip Parking lot pimp enough game to be sold Learn from me, fuck bitches, burn money Someone told me boy you got your whole life to get old But errthing glitter ain't gold The grass ain't greener I've been told She told me, you want your cake and eat it too I said its cake, that's what your supposed to do [Verse 2: What does this song mean to you?

Verse 1 Okay, I'm back on a mission To pay my tuition Got loans out the ass What you know 'bout my past? I was so late for class Hit the probate, get trashed Fell asleep off the Henny Back in '08 I crashed With my foot on the gas Thank the Lord I'm still here No insurance so now I'm racin' home on first gear On that morn' I shed tears Asking what I'm doing here I should be rich, I'm sick, it's like I got the fuckin' flu in here But yet I'm just chillin' like I'm back on the yard My niggas say I'm the truth and when I rap they applaud That what was my Unsigned Hype like in the back of The Source It's like I'm tryna get the head, but she's just jackin' me off I needed more Had to earn stripes, no Adidas store Put my feet on floor Borrow money from mi amor Just to cop a microphone, the same one that put me on tour She held you down, now you out here fuckin' 'round [Hook: Login with Facebook Error: I was so late for class Hit the probate, get trashed Fell asleep off the Henny Back in '08 I crashed With my foot on the gas Thank the Lord I'm still here No insurance so now I'm racin' home on first gear On that morn' I shed tears Asking what I'm doing here I should be rich, I'm sick, it's like I got the fuckin' flu in here But yet I'm just chillin' like I'm back on the yard My niggas say I'm the truth and when I rap they applaud That what was my Unsigned Hype like in the back of The Source It's like I'm tryna get the head, but she's just jackin' me off I needed more Had to earn stripes, no Adidas store Put my feet on floor Borrow money from mi amor Just to cop a microphone, the same one that put me on tour She held you down, now you out here fuckin' 'round.

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Old chick busxa, but I'm onto new thangs She still a dime, but I always lose change Young Simba, went from bottom of the food chain to a few chains In a new Range She tellin' me so much has happened Would've thought that you changed We ain't fuck bissa nine months, it's safe to say I'm your man.

Old chick callin', but I'm onto new thangs She still a dime, but I always lose change Young Simba, went from bottom of the food chain to bussaa few chains In a new Range She tellin' me so much has happened Would've thought you changed We ain't fuck in nine months its safe to say I'm due man [Hook: Cole] Now do I roll up, get higher?

Cole] Now this is for my broke niggas, rich niggas What? Log in heac add a tag. Cole — Head Bussa Lyrics. Or po' up, get tired? Cold nigga, flow sicker What? We do not have any tags for Head Bussa lyrics.

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Please click here if you are not redirected within a few seconds. Cole] Now do I roll up, get higher? Login with Google Error: Gold diggers, Crys sippers What? Gold diggers, Crys sippers What? Don't know I just block out the pain, blow the fuck up get dough See i thought that would help me, it turns out it's worse now Had girl want her first child, my label won't work out My mama heac see me unless I'm on TV, I pray she don't break down She strong but she need me They killed Saddam, now I wonder who's sane How you balance being Batman, Bruce Wayne?

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J. Cole - Head Bussa Lyrics

Verse 2 Ok my granny just died, but I'm too broke to go And she askin my fears but she too close to know Got trust issues I'm trying, where it come from? I was so late for class Hit the probate, get trashed Fell asleep off the Henny Back in '08 I crashed With my foot on the gas Thank the Lord I'm bssa here No insurance so now I'm racin' home on first gear On that morn' I shed tears Asking what I'm doing here I should be rich, I'm sick, it's like I got the fuckin' flu in here But yet I'm just chillin' like I'm back on the yard My niggas say I'm the truth and when Busas rap they applaud That what was my Unsigned Hype like in the back of The Source It's like I'm tryna get the head, but she's just jackin' me off I needed more Had to earn stripes, no Adidas store Put my feet on floor Borrow money from mi amor Just to cop a microphone, the same one that put me on tour She held you down, now you out here fuckin' 'round Related.

I was so late for class Hit the probate, get trashed Fell asleep off fole Henny Back in '08 I crashed With my foot on the gas Thank the Lord I'm still here No cle so now I'm racin' home on first gear On that morn' I hwad tears Asking what I'm doing here I should be rich, I'm sick, it's like I got the fuckin' flu in here But yet I'm just chillin' like I'm back on the yard My niggas say I'm the truth and when I rap they applaud That what was my Unsigned Hype like in the back of The Source It's like I'm tryna bussz the head, but she's just cloe me off I needed more Had to earn stripes, no Adidas store Put my feet on floor Borrow money from mi amor Just to cop a microphone, the same one that put me on tour She held you down, now you out here fuckin' 'round [Hook: Know something about this song or lyrics?

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