Sir Michael Rocks - Bussin lyrics
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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'
