bussin!

Bussin'!
Gravy, Y2K, that's bussin'

Ooh, said I wasn't gonna hit? Fuck it
Gravy always makin' rain, buckets
Lil' momma said she clean? Don't trust it
I might fuck around and start a ruckus, yeah
Yoko with the yay? Bussin'
Timepiece pink face? Bussin'
Chimichurri on a steak? Bussin'
And when I'm wit' yo' bae? Bussin'

Shawty said she clean? (Huh)
Uhh, suspect
I double wrap 'cause the ass rambunctious (rambunctious)
Hair? Luscious
Said she out my league, but I did her justice

Lil' momma suck it up like she Kirby
Horses in the whip like the Kentucky Derby (giddy up)
I don't play golf, but I stay with the birdies
Bitch, I'm dumb cold, call me Mr. McFlurry

Said I wasn't gonna hit (hit, hit, hit)
(Whoa) fuck it
Gravy always makin' rain, buckets
Lil' momma said she clean? Don't trust it
I might fuck around and start a ruckus, yeah
Yoko with the yay? Bussin'
Timepiece pink facе? Bussin'
Chimichurri on a steak? Bussin'
And when I'm wit' yo' bae? Bussin'

Ran off with your bitch, I said, "Vamoosе" (who?)
Fresh as hell, always in a tan suit
Spittin' rhymes, gettin' dimes, call me Dr. Seuss
Feel like lucky charms, I got a pot o' loot

Fuck that, runway I wear a Gap
Ghostride, one way, Cadillac
Eat fresh, Subway with the pack
Sippin' tea, with your love, young chap (shut the fuck up)

Said I wasn't gonna hit (hit, hit, hit)
(Whoa) fuck it
Gravy always makin' rain, buckets
Lil' momma said she clean? Don't trust it
I might fuck around and start a ruckus, yeah
Yoko with the yay? Bussin'
Timepiece pink face? Bussin'
Chimichurri on a steak? Bussin'
And when I'm wit' yo' bae? Bussin'



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Writer(s): Matthew Hauri, Ari Starace
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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