Hook it up, ounce of mushrooms, on the bus route
Dealers never come through like you want em too
Everybody lookin at me like, what that eye do
Let me open it for you, show you my truth
Hook it up, ounce of mushrooms, on the bus route
Dealers never come through like you want em too
Everybody lookin at me like, what that eye do
Let me open it for you, show you my truth
Aint worried bout the words, let em come through
Aint worried bout the cheque, it is past due
F*ck the banks, f*ck the cheques, I am the truth
I am used to, being so rude
F*ck yo face, I ain't into that bullshit
All these rappers talkin how they got a full clip
I just got a full dip, its some queso
I eat it with tortillas while you like
Kay, so?
Wheres your checking account?
Whats this dick in my mouth?
Whatchu rappin about?
Nothing
Whats the dollar amount
Wheres that shit that's profound
Whats the meaning of loud
Profit
Turn it into dollars, make the struggle look sexy
I understand I'm already wealthy, god help me
I'm alive, no suit and tie, thank betsy
You want a ride? Only for a dime. K, let's see
Hook it up, ounce of mushrooms, on the bus route
Dealers never come through like you want em too
Everybody lookin at me like, what that eye do
Let me open it for you, show you my truth
Hook it up, ounce of mushrooms, on the bus route
Dealers never come through like you want em too
Everybody lookin at me like, what that eye do
Let me open it for you, show you my truth
My truth
No guns
No pain
All love
All fame
Okay
New day
New you
Lets say
Give me pretty girls and I can make it rain
Sorry
It's rap tourettes or something
I'm saying 'f*ck bitches' and all I can talk about is money
It's kinda funny how we runnin from the stuff but we can't see thru it
We should take a deep breath and say 'screw it'
But no
That means you went to school for nothing
That means...you work that job for nothing
You're just a slob or something
It's okay
You ain't robbed of nothing
Tomorrow is a new day, get started on something
Bitch
Mer - Bus Route (Prod. By Mister Laneous) Lyrics
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Hook it up, ounce of mushrooms, on the bus route
Dealers never come through like you want em too
Everybody lookin at me like, what that eye do
Let me open it for you, show you my truth
Hook it up, ounce of mushrooms, on the bus route
Dealers never come through like you want em too
Everybody lookin at me like, what that eye do
Let me open it for you, show you my truth
Aint worried bout the words, let em come through
Aint worried bout the cheque, it is past due
F*ck the banks, f*ck the cheques, I am the truth
I am used to, being so rude
F*ck yo face, I ain't into that bullshit
All these rappers talkin how they got a full clip
I just got a full dip, its some queso
I eat it with tortillas while you like
Kay, so?
Wheres your checking account?
Whats this dick in my mouth?
Whatchu rappin about?
Nothing
Whats the dollar amount
Wheres that shit that's profound
Whats the meaning of loud
Profit
Turn it into dollars, make the struggle look sexy
I understand I'm already wealthy, god help me
I'm alive, no suit and tie, thank betsy
You want a ride? Only for a dime. K, let's see
Hook it up, ounce of mushrooms, on the bus route
Dealers never come through like you want em too
Everybody lookin at me like, what that eye do
Let me open it for you, show you my truth
Hook it up, ounce of mushrooms, on the bus route
Dealers never come through like you want em too
Everybody lookin at me like, what that eye do
Let me open it for you, show you my truth
My truth
No guns
No pain
All love
All fame
Okay
New day
New you
Lets say
Give me pretty girls and I can make it rain
Sorry
It's rap tourettes or something
I'm saying 'f*ck bitches' and all I can talk about is money
It's kinda funny how we runnin from the stuff but we can't see thru it
We should take a deep breath and say 'screw it'
But no
That means you went to school for nothing
That means...you work that job for nothing
You're just a slob or something
It's okay
You ain't robbed of nothing
Tomorrow is a new day, get started on something
Bitch
Dealers never come through like you want em too
Everybody lookin at me like, what that eye do
Let me open it for you, show you my truth
Hook it up, ounce of mushrooms, on the bus route
Dealers never come through like you want em too
Everybody lookin at me like, what that eye do
Let me open it for you, show you my truth
Aint worried bout the words, let em come through
Aint worried bout the cheque, it is past due
F*ck the banks, f*ck the cheques, I am the truth
I am used to, being so rude
F*ck yo face, I ain't into that bullshit
All these rappers talkin how they got a full clip
I just got a full dip, its some queso
I eat it with tortillas while you like
Kay, so?
Wheres your checking account?
Whats this dick in my mouth?
Whatchu rappin about?
Nothing
Whats the dollar amount
Wheres that shit that's profound
Whats the meaning of loud
Profit
Turn it into dollars, make the struggle look sexy
I understand I'm already wealthy, god help me
I'm alive, no suit and tie, thank betsy
You want a ride? Only for a dime. K, let's see
Hook it up, ounce of mushrooms, on the bus route
Dealers never come through like you want em too
Everybody lookin at me like, what that eye do
Let me open it for you, show you my truth
Hook it up, ounce of mushrooms, on the bus route
Dealers never come through like you want em too
Everybody lookin at me like, what that eye do
Let me open it for you, show you my truth
My truth
No guns
No pain
All love
All fame
Okay
New day
New you
Lets say
Give me pretty girls and I can make it rain
Sorry
It's rap tourettes or something
I'm saying 'f*ck bitches' and all I can talk about is money
It's kinda funny how we runnin from the stuff but we can't see thru it
We should take a deep breath and say 'screw it'
But no
That means you went to school for nothing
That means...you work that job for nothing
You're just a slob or something
It's okay
You ain't robbed of nothing
Tomorrow is a new day, get started on something
Bitch
Writer: Mer
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid