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Дата випуску: 29.10.2012
Вікові обмеження: 18+
Мова пісні: Англійська
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 |