Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Busss It, artist - Cashis. Date of issue: 29.10.2012
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Busss It |
| Rollin in a Mini, pretty chick I’m all with it |
| Real nigga, off in it, blow it off for a minute |
| Written on the kit and I’m flickin no trick |
| M6 up, came, pull my way to more digits |
| Crissy don’t freak, you done do it for the bitches |
| Nigga up in this shit, fuck the side down, get me |
| Lane by lane, roll up in my fine |
| Big thanks, her addicted to the J’s like cane |
| And yea, I ain’t gonna nigga off the chain ring |
| Rick James of the game, on my motherfuckin rank |
| Sippin champagne, then I spend it on your friend |
| When I lick it up, fresh should be ready ok |
| Came, cook, game, it’s like your jug |
| Then you take it to the bridge, mane Cobain |
| It ain’t no game if you feelin no pain |
| And I bang this bitch like a psycho girl |
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| Rollin through the city, we stuntin |
| Swimming, ain’t worried bout nothing |
| Hit the room and we cuttin |
| Keep real good shit of it |
| Draw man, part of our discussion |
| Come on girl busss it |
| Rollin through the city, we stuntin |
| Swimming, ain’t worried bout nothing |
| Hit the room and we cuttin |
| Keep real good shit of it |
| Draw man, part of our discussion |
| Come on girl busss it |
| Rolling it up, hoes in the club |
| All on my nuts thnking I’m gonna fuck |
| But it ain’t no love, I been on my fuss |
| Well I’m gonna leave when the mad hoes come |
| Rolling it up, hoes in the club |
| All on my nuts thnking I’m gonna fuck |
| But it ain’t no love, I been on my fuss |
| Well I’m gonna leave when the mad hoes come |
| Calling all the ladies to the front of the Mercedes |
| If you wanna get it deep yell crazy |
| Know you wanna cum, why you waitin? |
| We can hit jam while the speakers play the radio |
| My song gon station |
| I got a thing outside while it’s raining |
| On the roof of the car let’s kick it baby |
| It’s the things better up when I sing in the show |
| When the crew into you while they hang me |
| Looking for the lane, your map |
| Fall over my neck and the hand in your blouse |
| Chitty chitty bang bang give it to me now |
| You can put the cup up and you can go and busss it down |
| And the other dudes sayin that you was a clown |
| Only I can make you smile, shorty I could show you how |
| I’m swimming in your water and I promise not to drown |
| Get around cuz I put it down, yall put it down |
| Rollin through the city, we stuntin |
| Swimming, ain’t worried bout nothing |
| Hit the room and we cuttin |
| Keep real good shit of it |
| Draw man, part of our discussion |
| Come on girl busss it |
| Rollin through the city, we stuntin |
| Swimming, ain’t worried bout nothing |
| Hit the room and we cuttin |
| Keep real good shit of it |
| Draw man, part of our discussion |
| Come on girl busss it |
| Rolling it up, hoes in the club |
| All on my nuts thnking I’m gonna fuck |
| But it ain’t no love, I been on my fuss |
| Well I’m gonna leave when the mad hoes come |
| Rolling it up, hoes in the club |
| All on my nuts thnking I’m gonna fuck |
| But it ain’t no love, I been on my fuss |
| Well I’m gonna leave when the mad hoes come |
| Rollin through the city, we stuntin |
| Swimming, ain’t worried bout nothing |
| Hit the room and we cuttin |
| Keep real good shit of it |
| Draw man, part of our discussion |
| Come on girl busss it |
| Rollin through the city, we stuntin |
| Swimming, ain’t worried bout nothing |
| Hit the room and we cuttin |
| Keep real good shit of it |
| Draw man, part of our discussion |
| Come on girl busss it |
| Come on girl busss it |
| Come on girl busss it |
| Come on girl busss it |
| Come on girl busss it busss it |
| Come on girl busss it |
| Come on girl busss it |