"She Wanna (Buss It)" lyrics
Poiison & 2Rare Lyrics
(I can't drink no more)
(Sorry)
(Ughh)
She gonna (Buss that pussy open)
She wanna (Buss that pussy open)
I got it (Buss that pussy open) (Buss that pussy open)
Ooh (Buss that pussy open)
She gonna (Buss that pussy open)
Bands make her (Buss that pussy open)
I got it (Buss that pussy open)
Ooh
She said she like me
Pretend I believe her
I make a diva into a eater
Ooh (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
She wanna (Buss that pussy open)
She wanna (Buss that pussy open)
I got it (Buss that pussy open) (Buss that pussy open)
Ooh (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)
Ooh (Show me)
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 (Grrr 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
She wanna (Buss that pussy open)
She wanna (Buss that pussy open)
I got it (Buss that pussy open) (Buss that pussy open)
Ooh (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)
Ooh (Show me)
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 nigga 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
She wanna (Buss that pussy open)
She gonna (Buss that pussy open)
I got it (Buss that pussy open) (Buss that pussy open)
Ooh (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)
Ooh (Show me)
(Buss that pussy open)
(Buss that pussy open)
(Buss that, buss that pussy open)
(Buss that pussy open)
(Buss that pussy open)
(Buss that pussy open)
(Buss that, buss that pussy open)
(Buss that pussy open)
(Sorry)
(Ughh)
She gonna (Buss that pussy open)
She wanna (Buss that pussy open)
I got it (Buss that pussy open) (Buss that pussy open)
Ooh (Buss that pussy open)
She gonna (Buss that pussy open)
Bands make her (Buss that pussy open)
I got it (Buss that pussy open)
Ooh
She said she like me
Pretend I believe her
I make a diva into a eater
Ooh (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
She wanna (Buss that pussy open)
She wanna (Buss that pussy open)
I got it (Buss that pussy open) (Buss that pussy open)
Ooh (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)
Ooh (Show me)
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 (Grrr 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
She wanna (Buss that pussy open)
She wanna (Buss that pussy open)
I got it (Buss that pussy open) (Buss that pussy open)
Ooh (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)
Ooh (Show me)
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 nigga 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
She wanna (Buss that pussy open)
She gonna (Buss that pussy open)
I got it (Buss that pussy open) (Buss that pussy open)
Ooh (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)
Ooh (Show me)
(Buss that pussy open)
(Buss that pussy open)
(Buss that, buss that pussy open)
(Buss that pussy open)
(Buss that pussy open)
(Buss that pussy open)
(Buss that, buss that pussy open)
(Buss that pussy open)
