Bussin'

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Six
 Duck ass, jive ass, turkey ass
 Fraud ass, dog ass, lyin' ass
 Clown ass, punk ass, mark ass, bitch ass
 Niggas
 Don't try to play me man, cause I ain't with that shit
 Slobbin' on my knob, my name she can't forget
 Bussin', man bussin'
 Bussin', man it's bussin'
 Bussin', man bussin'
 Bussin', man we bussin'
 Man you trippin' niggas love it when I gas up
 I cross my heart and hope to live through the bad stuff
 Now lift your shirt, I wanna see your rib
 That pussy fat what you be feeding it? I'm back up on the scene again
 You never catch me lacking, never happen, never will
 You put that pussy on the pedestal and pet it still
 You got the game wrong, you need to brainstorm
 I'm on a campaign, titties and champagne with us
 If you ever see us poppin' in yo section
 Big ass diamond ring but I ain't pop a bitch the question, huh
 She say she wit the shits
 If you by yourself I ain't wit that shit
 I ain't wit that shit, I ain't wit that shit
 I ain't wit that shit, I ain't wit that shit
 I ain't wit that shit, I ain't wit that shit
 In case you forget, I ain't wit that shit
 Don't try to play me man, cause I ain't with that shit
 Slobbin' on my knob, my name she can't forget
 Bussin', man bussin'
 Bussin', man it's bussin'
 Bussin', man bussin'
 Bussin', man we bussin'
 Don't try to play me man, cause I ain't with that shit
 Slobbin' on my knob, my name she can't forget
 Bussin', man bussin'
 Bussin', man it's bussin'
 Bussin', man bussin'
 Bussin', man we bussin'
 Baby girl, fell in love wit the whip game
 Type of money make a young chick go insane
 Jacket fifteen hundred, get it when I want it
 Spend it cause I got it, smash it in the morning
 She know I'm the prince of the west side
 It gas her up, yet she leave with her head high
 Japanese denim, yea I'm wit it
 European whippin'
 I look like I could be from somewhere overseas
 Get down on your knees
 You messin' with some cool kids slash niggas from the streets
 That mean don't play no games
 Don't waste my time
 Don't say no names
 Don't try to play me man, cause I ain't with that shit
 Slobbin' on my knob, my name she can't forget
 Bussin', man bussin'
 Bussin', man it's bussin'
 Bussin', man bussin'
 Bussin', man we bussin'
 Timb boots with the sweatpants, do the jet dance
 Used to call us monkeys, now they call me bait man
 [?] gold chains like I'm MC Hammer
 Chicken shack on Burban St. out in Louisiana
 Paid dues, I just rep where I was raised fool
 Lame dudes duplicate my wave like a wave pool
 Stay silent, gold teeth with the 12 solids
 White and yellow gold, it look crazy when I'm smilin'
 shoppin', Marcelo coppin'
 What you think I'm fallin' off, it's not an option
 Me and Mikey know we not straight outta Compton
 But we some niggas with some attitudes about to profit
 Ya heard me
 Don't try to play me man, cause I ain't with that shit
 Slobbin' on my knob, my name she can't forget
 Bussin', man bussin'
 Bussin', man it's bussin'
 Bussin', man bussin'
 Bussin', man we bussin'
 

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Duration
04:24
Key
1
Tempo
77 BPM

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