She Wanna (Buss It)

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{I can’t drink no more}

{Sorry} {Ughhhhh}

She gonna (Buss that pussy open)

She wanna (Buss that pussy open)

I got it (Buss that pussy open) (Buss that pussy open)

Ooooooooh (Buss that pussy open)

She gonna (Buss that pussy open)

Bands make her (Buss that pussy open)

I got it (Buss that pussy open)

Ooooooooh

Poiison:

She said she like me

Pretend I believe her

I make a diva into a eater

Ooooooooh (Yeah)

I think I'm in love

Wait wait

That is a dub

Can't fall in love

I need a few I can mix with these drugs

I’m throwing them ones

I’ll fuck you right here in this club (Yeah)

Don't even care I'm too numb (Ooh)

I gotta pray for my shooter

In the morning I wanna wake up to ya

Do ya, dirty

Walk away never knew ya

I got some bands to spend

And I need some brand new friends

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She wanna (Buss that pussy open)

She wanna (Buss that pussy open)

I got it (Buss that pussy open) (Buss that pussy open)

Ooooooooh (Buss that pussy open)

She gonna (Buss that pussy open)

Bands make her (Buss that pussy open)

I got it (Buss that pussy open) (Show me)

Ooooooooh (Show me)

Poiison:

I fucked up a bag again

I’m spending at Saks again

Addicted to fashion trends

And then I get sad again

Call my ex back again

I'm in the party with girls I just met

We in the spot and we throwing up set

Liquor she wet

I make her buss like a (Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr tech tech)

Gotta thank God for my shooter (Gotta thank God for my shooter)

Wish I had a heart, I'll give it to ya

Couple of rounds, feelings on froze like I bust it down

I know you like how that sound

I put my thumb in your mouth

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She wanna (Buss that pussy open)

She wanna (Buss that pussy open)

I got it (Buss that pussy open) (Buss that pussy open)

Ooooooooh (Buss that pussy open)

She gonna (Buss that pussy open)

Bands make her (Buss that pussy open)

I got it (Buss that pussy open) (Show me)

Ooooooooh (Show me)

2rare:

I’m tryna, I’m tryna, I’m tryna

I’m tryna buss it open (Buss it)

Leave that pussy soaking

Don't know how to suck it I’ll coach ya

Let a **** beat it up like protools

With a rubber imma come in it

SRT track car tinted

See a op, banana clip, peel it

Is he talking ‘bout “what's his name?”

Bitch, mind ya business

Up on me

Up on me

Up on me

Up on me

Push up on me

Gun on me

That's all me

Fuck on me

I don’t do all this rapping n shit

Throw that shit back, make it clap on this dick

Like, I ain’t even tryna feel on them lips

Buss that shit open like slap that shit

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She wanna (Buss that pussy open)

She gonna (Buss that pussy open)

I got it (Buss that pussy open) (Buss that pussy open)

Ooooooooh (Buss that pussy open)

She gonna (Buss that pussy open)

Bands make her (Buss that pussy open)

I got it (Buss that pussy open) (Show me)

Ooooooooh (Show me)

(Buss that pussy open)

(Buss that pussy open)

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