Wednesday, June 25, 2014

Sir Michael Rocks ft. Casey Veggies & IamSu! - Bussin Lyrics

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Bussin Lyrics by Sir Michael Rocks ft. Casey Veggies & IamSu!

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Duck ass, jive ass, turkey ass
Fraud ass, dog ass, lyin' 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 it's bussin'
Bussin', man it's bussin'

Man you trippin' niggas love it when I gas up
I cross my heart and hope to live through the bad stuff
Now lift your shift, I wanna see your rib
That pussy fat but 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 poppin' in your section
Big ass diamond ring but I ain't pop a bitch the question, huh
She say she wit the shits, if you by yourself 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, 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 it's bussin'
Bussin', man it's bussin'

Baby girl, fell in love wit 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 get up, yea I'm wit it
European whippin'
I look like I could be from somewhere overseas
Get down on your knees
You messin' 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 it's bussin'
Bussin', man it's bussin'

Timb boots with the sweatpants, do the jet dance
Used to call us monkeys, now they call me bait man
.. gold chains like I'm MC Hammer
Chicken shack on Burban St. out in Louisiana
Paid dues, I just rep what I was raised fool
.. 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 smilin'
[Bernie?] shoppin', Marcela coppin'
What you think I'm fallen 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
Ya heard me

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 it's bussin'
Bussin', man it's bussin'

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