Buss It (feat. Travis Scott) Lyrics – Erica Banks, Travis Scott
Singer: Erica Banks, Travis Scott
Title: Buss It (feat. Travis Scott)
Checkin’ your reflection and tellin’ your best friend
Like, “Girl, I think my butt gettin’ big (Yeah)
Bust it, pop it (Pop), lock it, drop it (Yeah)
We goin’ up like the stockin’
Outside and inside the Lambo’ is chocolate (It’s lit)
Throw it (Woo), watch it (Yeah), cake it (Yeah), profit
Bands gettin’ big, it might bust outta pockets
She keep it wet, I might bust down and lock it (Let’s go)
BBM, natural, don’t care, won’t tell
If you comin’ with gang, leave your phone at the hotel
She know my body, she don’t need the intel (Alright)
On top, spin around, go crazy, carousel (Yeah)
I OD ? wanna know what I inhale
She gettin’ thick, ain’t no way that you can’t tell
I linkеd up with shorty on payroll, she got a bankroll
She do that sh#t when I say so
Hit from thе back, got her grabbin’ her ankles
Hand on her neck, I might give her a van Gogh (Yeah)
When I’m done, I’ll go out with a bingo
She said me and my brothers remind her of Bang Bros (It’s lit!)
She in the mid tryna work on her angles
She gon’ lick on it, spit on it, taste just like (Pew, pew)
Gucci wallet, she be wildin’
Inside her body she gon’ ride it like Kawasaki
She said she was lit off the saké
She left the lobby, parking lot, gave me head in the ‘Gatti (Yeah)
She said she gon’ give me the box and the posse
**** around, introduce her to Roddy (Straight up)
Thing on my hip for when sh#t lookin’ wocky
I might have to bust it, just look at that body, like damn
Bust it, bust it, bust it, bust it
Is you ****in’? Two shots, **** it
Bust it, bust it, bust it, bust it
Is you ****in’? Two shots, **** it
Throw it like a stripper, damn
Throw it like a stripper, ayy
Throw it like a stripper, damn
Turn around and tip her, ayy
Bust it, bust it, bust it, bust it
Is you ****in’? Two shots, **** it
Real slim waist with a body on me
g#dd#mn, I’m poppin’, I’m hot
Real thick bands in a mother****er pants
He was staring from a stance, so I took him to the spot
I don’t wanna talk, I wanna be in your mouth
Tell that n#gg# get out, he ain’t packing with a Glock
Beggin’ for a dance, he ain’t even get a chance
Threw it back and let it land, ain’t no beggin’ me to stop, b#tch
Ate the p#ss# up on Tuesday
Back and the side, yeah, two ways
Give me that top like toupée
Slurpin’ on the p#ss# like Kool-Aid
One don’t be enough, I need two baes
n#gg# down my throat like D’USSÉ
Lick all on the tip like brûlée
n#gg#, I’ma do whatever you say
Now watch me
Bust it, bust it, bust it, bust it
Is you ****in’? Two shots, **** it
Bust it, bust it, bust it, bust it
Is you ****in’? Two shots, **** it
Throw it like a stripper, damn
Throw it like a stripper, ayy
Throw it like a stripper, damn
Turn around and tip her, ayy
Bust it, bust it, bust it, bust it
Is you ****in’? Two shots, **** it
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