Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Bussin', artist - Sir Michael Rocks. Album song Banco, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 28.07.2014
Record label: INgrooves
Song language: English
Bussin' |
Six |
Duck ass, jive ass, turkey ass |
Fraud ass, dog ass, lying 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, she bussin' |
Bussin', man, it’s bussin' |
Bussin', man, bussin' |
Bussin', man, we bussin' |
Man, you tripping 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 popping in your section |
Big ass diamond ring but I ain’t pop a bitch a question, huh |
She say she with the shits |
If you by yourself I ain’t with 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, she bussin' |
Bussin', man, it’s bussin' |
Bussin', man, bussin' |
Bussin', man, we bussin' |
Baby girl, fell in love with 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, yeah, I’m with it |
European whipping |
I look like I could be from somewhere overseas |
Get down on your knees |
You messing 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, she 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 |
Louisiana, gold chains like I’m MC Hammer |
Chicken shack on Bourbon 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 smiling |
Bernie shopping, Marcelo copping |
What you think, I’m falling 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 |
You heard me |
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, she bussin' |
Bussin', man, it’s bussin' |
Bussin', man, bussin' |
Bussin', man, we bussin' |