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Bussin'
by Sors
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Git that booty on the flo
Bussin'
Bussin'
Grindtime is work time - we shine the dimes
It's high time when grindtime's gone lime
From hard knocks to boat docks
No chain and no ring and no watch cuz no clocks.
She say she luv me n it ain't fo my money
She gargling the cocksnot like poprocks
I buy her Givenchy and botox
But I ain't no dummy I nut on her tummy
I'm puttin my foot-in and takin what's mine
I love me a ho - but that's where the buck stops
Bussin'
Bussin'
She drippin in diamonds sittin by the pool
Sippin on Chardonnay
She smilin - tappin on her glass
Askin what we doin today
Bussin'
Bussin'
Git that booty on the flo
Drop that shit there really low
You so fly - hey who's your friend
Crack the coke n count me in
She bringing me sunshine mad respect
I mirror that money watch the reflect
Your mamma is naked on my bedroom flo
She's all sweat she so tired she can't take no mo
She love me I loved her I loved her again
I'm thinkin that's making us more than just friends
Bussin'
Bussin'
She drippin in diamonds sittin by the pool
Sippin on Chardonnay
She smilin - tappin on her glass
Askin what we doin today
Bussin'
Bussin'
Why you got your shoes on
Make me wait so long
Don't say I'm wrong
The wheels go round
The rubber paints the ground
We're moving with the speed of sound
Bussin'
Who'm I to complain - like every day's the same
It's sex and champagne
What else we gonna do on the plane
Like we're headin to Russia to negotiate truce
Jus pour the bubbly with a splash of juice
Amazing grace, silk, satin and lace
Them legs, that waist, that face
Nuts on her nose she know how sh!t taste
Bussin'
I giv' her one mo than she askin fo
Cuz lemme tellya what I know
She can drop that booty really low
She crawlin on her hands and knees
Like the sunset slips into the ocean
I'm thinkin bout the birds n bees
It's all happening in slow motion
I put it in her mouf I blew her brains out
Oceanside tide to get the stains out
Oh me oh my how'd I git so high
My weed is the Bieber Fever
Can't move half my face n don't know why
The shit ain't funny either
Bussin'
Git that booty on the flo
Bussin'
Bussin'
Grindtime is work time - we shine the dimes
It's high time when grindtime's gone lime
From hard knocks to boat docks
No chain and no ring and no watch cuz no clocks.
She say she luv me n it ain't fo my money
She gargling the cocksnot like poprocks
I buy her Givenchy and botox
But I ain't no dummy I nut on her tummy
I'm puttin my foot-in and takin what's mine
I love me a ho - but that's where the buck stops
Bussin'
Bussin'
She drippin in diamonds sittin by the pool
Sippin on Chardonnay
She smilin - tappin on her glass
Askin what we doin today
Bussin'
Bussin'
Git that booty on the flo
Drop that shit there really low
You so fly - hey who's your friend
Crack the coke n count me in
She bringing me sunshine mad respect
I mirror that money watch the reflect
Your mamma is naked on my bedroom flo
She's all sweat she so tired she can't take no mo
She love me I loved her I loved her again
I'm thinkin that's making us more than just friends
Bussin'
Bussin'
She drippin in diamonds sittin by the pool
Sippin on Chardonnay
She smilin - tappin on her glass
Askin what we doin today
Bussin'
Bussin'
Why you got your shoes on
Make me wait so long
Don't say I'm wrong
The wheels go round
The rubber paints the ground
We're moving with the speed of sound
Bussin'
Who'm I to complain - like every day's the same
It's sex and champagne
What else we gonna do on the plane
Like we're headin to Russia to negotiate truce
Jus pour the bubbly with a splash of juice
Amazing grace, silk, satin and lace
Them legs, that waist, that face
Nuts on her nose she know how sh!t taste
Bussin'
I giv' her one mo than she askin fo
Cuz lemme tellya what I know
She can drop that booty really low
She crawlin on her hands and knees
Like the sunset slips into the ocean
I'm thinkin bout the birds n bees
It's all happening in slow motion
I put it in her mouf I blew her brains out
Oceanside tide to get the stains out
Oh me oh my how'd I git so high
My weed is the Bieber Fever
Can't move half my face n don't know why
The shit ain't funny either
Bussin'
