From the garden – Isaiah Rashad lyrics

Lyrics From the garden – Isaiah Rashad

From the garden lyrics
Came out bustin’, came out puffin’,
came out fuckin’ on your cousin
I do all these floozies worser than they daddy,
but you love her
You in trouble, I’m Lil Sunny, I’m gon’ barbecue with Satan
That’s yo’ benzy?
It ain’t shit, I went shoppin’, left it runnin’
Check my hunnids, check my onion, we watch cable at my auntie’s
‘Cause my papa wasn’t trappin’, but my uncle up to somethin’
Mister magic, Billy Batson, mister magic, Billy Batson
Miss me with that local, hatin’ on a nigga, get it crackin’
I’m not surprised, I’m on the rise, been a lil’ ride, wet as my
eyes
Spare me the lie, just hold it down, all I require, just hold
it down
They gon’ shit talk you when we aren’t around
Niggas be hatin’ with feet on the ground
Got that lil’ jet with a beat on the couch
Nut on her coochie and beat on her mouth, wow

[Chorus: Isaiah Rashad & Lil Uzi Vert]
Came out bustin’, came out bustin’
Came out bustin’, came out bustin’
Came out bustin’, came out bustin’
Came out bustin’, came out bustin’ (Came out bustin’)
Came out bustin’ (Hold on), came out bustin’ (Wait)
Came out bustin’ (Hold on), came out bustin’ (Wait)
Came out bustin’ (Hold on), came out bustin’ (Wait)
Came out bustin’ (Hold on), came out bustin’ (Wait, uh)

[Verse 2: Lil Uzi Vert]
Wait, Chanel on my feet (Yeah), yeah, that’s fur on my Cs
I be fuckin’ with the bees (Blatt), like Muhammad Ali
Dip her, uppercut the sting
Got yo’ bitch on the edge of her seat
She on the ecstasy, I’m on the bean (What?)
Swear the ecstasy, edge of my V
And usually, I like repetitive beat
I like the way that she move on my meat (Okay)
All of these bitches, they look good to me
But I fuck the same girl ’cause I don’t even cheat
That is a lie, I’m repetitive freak
I don’t even look, nah, I don’t even seek
I don’t even peek, G5, G5, repetitive G
I’m tryna get all the muhfuckin’ cheese
Bitch, I’ma boss up wherever it be
I’ve been on tour, I’ve seen more (Leak)
I told the muhfuckers, “Feed me beats”
Just like my music, your bitch, she gon’ leak

[Chorus: Isaiah Rashad]
Came out bustin’, came out bustin’
Came out bustin’, came out bustin’
Came out bustin’, came out bustin’
Came out bustin’, came out bustin’
Came out bustin’, came out bustin’
Came out bustin’, came out bustin’
Came out bustin’, came out bustin’
Came out bustin’, came out bustin’

[Verse 3: Isaiah Rashad]
I’m road runnin’, I’m so cunnin’, hi-tech digit, flat four
button
Passport shawty, airport prolly, Nascar Audi, Swanton bomb it
Two white bitches, still gon’ pick it, fly shit, kick it, still
tote digit
Young lack sleezy, get back witcha
Step back, hit ’em with the step back, swish it
Hatin’ nigga hopin’ that he melt my glisten
Shit might triple, shit might missile
Shit might hit you, free G Walker
That’s my crodie, yeah, my nigga
I been stackin’ for him, really
When he pull up, they gon’ think that
He went platinum up in prison, I’m just floatin’ on a river
Please be early, please be gorgeous
Please be with it, please be for it
Let me do donuts in your foreign
Let me play number eight while I do it
Let me control it, I can control it
Eat it with one hand, baby worth nothin’
Play with my zipper, play with my bubba
That was your sister, that was my summer

[Chorus: Isaiah Rashad]
Came out bustin’, came out bustin’
Came out bustin’, came out bustin’
Came out bustin’, came out bustin’
Came out bustin’, came out bustin’
Came out

[Outro: Isaiah Rashad]
Came out bustin’, came out bustin’
Came out bustin’, came out bustin’ (Ayy, ayy, ayy, it’s ya boy)
Came out bustin’, came out bustin’
Came out bustin’, came out bustin’ (EJ, Mister Lou, we here
again, every Saturday night)
Came out bustin’, came out bustin’
Came out bustin’, came out bustin’ ([?] State Fair, uh, make
sure you make your way to the snack bar)
Came out bustin’, came out bustin’
Came out bustin’, came out bustin’ (We got, uh, honey buns, uh)
Came out bustin’, came out bustin’
Came out bustin’, came out bustin’ (Hot chips, cheese, uh)
Came out bustin’, came out bustin’
Came out bustin’, came out bustin’ (Kool-Aid pickles, uh)
Came out bustin’, came out bustin’
Came out bustin’, came out bustin’ (We got everything, just
make sure you don’t eat on the state floor)
Came out bustin’, came out bustin’
Came out bustin’, came out bustin’ (I repeat, do not eat on the
state floor)
Came out bustin’, came out bustin’
Came out bustin’, came out bustin’ (We ain’t got time to be
slippin’ on no cheese and chicken)

From the garden – Isaiah Rashad lyrics
From the garden - Isaiah Rashad
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