Iamkeynotes – Buss it Down Lyrics

Buss it Down By Iamkeynotes

I got twenty on my feet
Yeah
She gon’ buss it down for some Gucci, Gucci (Gucci, Gucci)
She gon’ buss it down for some Gucci, Gucci (Gucci, Gucci)
Woah, f-----’ with these dancers
Woah, strip club challenge (Ayy, ayy)

Oh na-na-na (Yeah)
She gon’ buss it down, buss it down like she’s s’posed to
Oh na-na-na
If you ain’t got the bag for her, she ain’t really want you
Buss it down, buss it down, buss it down
Oh yeah
Buss it down, buss it down, buss it down
Oh na-na-na

She gon’ buss it down for some Gucci, Gucci (Uh, I do)
And I’ma f-----’ cut her off, she think I’m stupid, stupid (Uh-huh)
B----, I’m the teacher, come and learn, you just a groupie student (B----)
I used to take these n----- s---, act like I didn’t do it (Ah)
Oh na-na-na
You pull a gun, you gotta use it, better shoot it, shoot it (Shoot)
Buss it down
That’s a good way to die if you need one (Yeah)
Got two hoes on my side, that’s a threesome (Uh, three)
If I pull out that fire, I’ma freeze ’em (On me)
N----- be lyin’, deceivin’ (Ah)
Just on ’em right now, don’t believe ’em
Want somebody to give ’em a reason
Give ’em a reason (Ooh)

Oh na-na-na (Yeah)
She gon’ buss it down, buss it down like she’s s’posed to (Alright)
Oh na-na-na
If you ain’t got the bag for her, she ain’t really want you
Buss it down, buss it down, buss it down
Oh yeah
Buss it down, buss it down, buss it down
Oh na-na-na

Tell me how you feel, how you really feel (How you feel?)
If you buss it open, girl, it’s gettin’ real
Put that a-- to sleep (Huh?), Benedryl
F-----’ cut her off, she in her feelings (Whoops)
(Oh na-na-na)
La-di-la-di-da-di, you know we just came to party
Let me catch you with nobody, girl, you know that’s my punani
And I hit it from behind, your booty makin’ a tsunami (Okay)
When you wake up in the mornin’, look around and you can’t find me (Skrrt)
I’m a savage, f-----’ with a bad b----
Know these n----- mad, they couldn’t have it (No)
Shake it automatic (Yeah)
Plus that booty plastic (Yeah)
Smearin’ off the Chapstick
My homie said that she gon’ buss it down and I said

Oh na-na-na (Yeah)
She gon’ buss it down, buss it down like she’s s’posed to (Alright)
Oh na-na-na
If you ain’t got the bag for her, she ain’t really want you
Buss it down, buss it down, buss it down
Oh yeah
Buss it down, buss it down, buss it down
Oh na-na-na

Oh, Mr. Freak (Mr. Freak)
Freak-a-leak (Freak-a-leak)
Better freak (I better freak)
Ask somebody ’bout me (You don’t bleep)
F--- with me (F--- with me)
Now go to sleep (Bih, go to sleep)
Don’t f--- with me (No, not with me)
Two Os, then ’cause you don’t [?]
Oh na-na-na
I’m too motherfuckin’ modest to be braggin’ ’bout myself (Ho)
I done f----- so many, should be sharin’ with myself (Woah)
Back, back in it
Still takin’ chances (Woah)
F-----’ with these dancers (Woah)
Strip club challenge (Woah)
Stay actin’ the a-- (Ayy)
Like ain’t got no matter (Okay)
A big thick face, she cute
‘Cause she yellow (Okay), that’s banana (Oh Lord)
Bullshit (Go, go)
F--- that s---, f--- that b---- now
I’ma f--- her best friend, bet she be with (Okay)

Oh na-na-na (Yeah)
She gon’ buss it down, buss it down like she’s s’posed to (Alright)
Oh na-na-na
If you ain’t got the bag for her, she ain’t really want you
Buss it down, buss it down, buss it down
Oh yeah
Buss it down, buss it down, buss it down
Oh na-na-na

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