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Buss It lyrics

Performer Gelato Bill

Buss It song lyrics by Gelato Bill official

Buss It is a song in English

I don't know what these niggas on, but I came in with some demons
Boy, you better watch your bitch for she be sucking up my semen
Yeah, I feel like Bop damn lotto bill be the reason
Know I make this shit look easy, but it ain't
Goin' hard in that paint
Doin' everything these pussy niggas can't
How you came up here sellin' all the dank
Real dough boy, bet she pop that pussy for a nigga
Say she like the way I'm servin' and I'm clutchin' on that trigger
Yeah I came up off that island, you can tell by my image
Pretty face and that ass fat, damn right, I'm gon' spend it
Love a classic ho, French tip all my bitches
I was born in that North, if she ratchet, then I'm with it
Yeah, let the gang split it
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, let the gang split it
If you with it, then I'm with it
Used to serve that midget nigga now I'm the biggest
Where the freaky bitches down to bust it for real a real one
No I don't love no thotties Told that bitch to roll the deal one
I don't know what these niggas on, but I came in with some demons
Boy, you better watch your bitch for she be sucking up my semen
Yeah, I feel like Bop damn lotto bill be the reason
Know I make this shit look easy, but it ain't
Goin' hard in that paint
Doin' everything these pussy niggas can't
How you came up here sellin' all the dank
Real dough boy, bet she pop that pussy for a nigga
Say she like the way I'm servin' and I'm clutchin' on that trigger
Tell the truth me and Kellnstart that switcheroo
Bitch, if you want my nigga too, then it's cool
Bae, just tell me what you gon' do
By seven, I'll be in that black coupe
Ready to beat that bad loose
Got to suckin' on that pussy while she act fool
Told that bitch to keep cool
Know that ain't what you used to
Gelato bill the fool yeah, I'm known to keep a tool
Bae come here let me put this shit on you
Let me hit it once, now she screamin' im the truth
Now she screamin' im the truth nigga
I don't know what these niggas on, but I came in with some demons
Boy, you better watch your bitch for she be sucking up my semen
Yeah, I feel like Bop damn lotto bill be the reason
Know I make this shit look easy, but it ain't
Goin' hard in that paint
Doin' everything these pussy niggas can't
How you came up here sellin' all the dank
Real dough boy, bet she pop that pussy for a nigga
Say she like the way I'm servin' and I'm clutchin' on that trigger
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Writer: Dallas Waiters
Copyright: O/B/O DistroKid

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