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arthurs and busters Video (MV)




Performed By: Big Sparkk
Language: English
Length: 2:42
Written by: Dominque Stroy




Big Sparkk - arthurs and busters Lyrics




Sad thing is, these lil niggas be too smart for the streets man, wanna hop in and shit get stupid, stay in them books, like hey Arthur

Let's go

I be smokin' that official gusher
Makin' more than three figures and most of my niggas got gloves on they hands like they Usher
When it's time to get even, don't ask for no reason
These niggas get frozen it's custard
Call him hey Arthur, he stay in them books, and his homie Busta, yeah

I be smokin' that official gusher
Makin' more than three figures
And most of my niggas got gloves on they hands like they Usher
When it's time to get even, don't ask for no reason
These niggas get frozen it's custard
Call him hey Arthur, he stay in them books, and his homie Busta, yeah

I see the f*ck shit from afar, I just don't let it get close
We toting big thirties, we leavin' them scarred, green light the spot then we go
We got this shit from the float, that seven don't work to a O, half a bag it was made from a four
If only you know then you know
My scale battery low, on the hunt for the back of remotes
Comin' through takin' us as a joke
Suicide, no basketball coach, roach after roach after roach
Ashtray dump at the store
I'm not your average Joe
This ain't a casual pole
Sometimes I sit back and think how I did it but hold on
I ain't even done yet
I just might clean up the house and then leave and trap out when my feelings get upset
Pull up on top of the show, bout to roll up the dro while they doin' the sound check
You not the plug, you more like the middle man nigga, I f*ck with the outlet

I be smokin' that official gusher
Makin' more than three figures
And most of my niggas got gloves on they hands like they Usher
When it's time to get even, don't ask for no reason
These niggas get frozen it's custard
Call him hey Arthur, he stay in them books, and his homie Busta, yeah

Let me get that back one more time, uh

You not the plug, you more like the middle man nigga, I f*ck with the outlet
Spot with my eye, it's somethin' to pry, her cell phone dry but her mouth wet
Got a lil' old head, drive fast bumpin' that ATalien, OutKast
Shatter these rappers like top glass, once you adapt to the shit then it's not bad

Wipe a nigga nose, get a snot rag, I'm the one cool but my lil' nigga hot head
Not gon' lie, I'm a pothead, roll me a whole backwood while I got head
Bitch I got keys like a locksmith, said that she lookin' for the one and you not him
Lookin' like a perk so we pop him, goin' to the top but came from the bottom

I be smokin' that official gusher
Makin' more than three figures
And most of my niggas got gloves on they hands like they Usher
When it's time to get even, don't ask for no reason
These niggas get frozen it's custard
Call him hey Arthur, he stay in them books, and his homie Busta, yeah

I be smokin' that official gusher
Makin' more than three figures
And most of my niggas got gloves on they hands like they Usher
When it's time to get even, don't ask for no reason
These niggas get frozen it's custard
Call him hey Arthur, he stay in them books, and his homie Busta, yeah

Yeah yeah, uh
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Sad thing is, these lil niggas be too smart for the streets man, wanna hop in and shit get stupid, stay in them books, like hey Arthur

Let's go

I be smokin' that official gusher
Makin' more than three figures and most of my niggas got gloves on they hands like they Usher
When it's time to get even, don't ask for no reason
These niggas get frozen it's custard
Call him hey Arthur, he stay in them books, and his homie Busta, yeah

I be smokin' that official gusher
Makin' more than three figures
And most of my niggas got gloves on they hands like they Usher
When it's time to get even, don't ask for no reason
These niggas get frozen it's custard
Call him hey Arthur, he stay in them books, and his homie Busta, yeah

I see the f*ck shit from afar, I just don't let it get close
We toting big thirties, we leavin' them scarred, green light the spot then we go
We got this shit from the float, that seven don't work to a O, half a bag it was made from a four
If only you know then you know
My scale battery low, on the hunt for the back of remotes
Comin' through takin' us as a joke
Suicide, no basketball coach, roach after roach after roach
Ashtray dump at the store
I'm not your average Joe
This ain't a casual pole
Sometimes I sit back and think how I did it but hold on
I ain't even done yet
I just might clean up the house and then leave and trap out when my feelings get upset
Pull up on top of the show, bout to roll up the dro while they doin' the sound check
You not the plug, you more like the middle man nigga, I f*ck with the outlet

I be smokin' that official gusher
Makin' more than three figures
And most of my niggas got gloves on they hands like they Usher
When it's time to get even, don't ask for no reason
These niggas get frozen it's custard
Call him hey Arthur, he stay in them books, and his homie Busta, yeah

Let me get that back one more time, uh

You not the plug, you more like the middle man nigga, I f*ck with the outlet
Spot with my eye, it's somethin' to pry, her cell phone dry but her mouth wet
Got a lil' old head, drive fast bumpin' that ATalien, OutKast
Shatter these rappers like top glass, once you adapt to the shit then it's not bad

Wipe a nigga nose, get a snot rag, I'm the one cool but my lil' nigga hot head
Not gon' lie, I'm a pothead, roll me a whole backwood while I got head
Bitch I got keys like a locksmith, said that she lookin' for the one and you not him
Lookin' like a perk so we pop him, goin' to the top but came from the bottom

I be smokin' that official gusher
Makin' more than three figures
And most of my niggas got gloves on they hands like they Usher
When it's time to get even, don't ask for no reason
These niggas get frozen it's custard
Call him hey Arthur, he stay in them books, and his homie Busta, yeah

I be smokin' that official gusher
Makin' more than three figures
And most of my niggas got gloves on they hands like they Usher
When it's time to get even, don't ask for no reason
These niggas get frozen it's custard
Call him hey Arthur, he stay in them books, and his homie Busta, yeah

Yeah yeah, uh
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Writer: Dominque Stroy
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