Busta Rhymes - Backseat Freestyle lyrics

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Busta Rhymes - Backseat Freestyle lyrics

[Intro:] Busta had a dream Reek Da Villian had a dream J-Doe had a dream Hold up, okay [Verse 1:] All my life I want money and power I thought I'd get that moving the white powder Then I start spittin, anybody can get devoured I made that sh**, better turn me up louder Damn I got b**hes, damn I got b**hes Damn I got b**hes, But I can't be consistent They all wanna get me There's no time cause I'm busy You see me once then you miss me I'm on the streets on my grizzy I gotta scrape up these pitties, she at the door with them titties She pull out one, she pull out 2 I guess I got my moment Yes, I'm trying hard to resist it So I gotta pray for forgiveness Cause Lord knows, Lord knows I got too many b**hes I'm with a model, why you holla at a basic b**h? I got a bottle, see me pourin up that Ace and sh** Ah nah nah, n***a don't get mad at me She see me pourin waterfalls and tried to chase the sh** She ain't used to being round all this amazingness She see me 5 feet away and now she can't resist You know I had to drop a verse before my favorite sh** [Hook:] All my life I want money and power Respect my mind or die from lead showers I pray my dick get big as the Eiffel Tower So I can f** the world for 72 hours [Bridge:] Damn I got b**hes, damn I got b**hes Damn I got b**hes, wifey, girlfriend and mistress All my life I want money and power Respect my mind or die from lead showers [Verse 2:] Our hand on the steering wheel, the game is like my taxi I'm the one that's driving all you rappers to the backseat Conglomerate running sh**, welcome to the track meet I keep at least 100 racks just where all my stacks be Taxi cab fashion, got yo b**h up in the backseat Making noises like she have sh**, while I stabbed it It's the money guys, yea we all about that mula Put that ruga to your tuta, now they screamin hallelujah Salute to the big homies that's banging on the west side 9 shots, fill my homie C Murda and Aesop Yea that be that blood love, show my n***as thug love Even though the credit stores, money what we love blood [Outro:] Let it run Ali Martin had a dream Martin had a dream Kendrick have a dream