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Kash Doll - Buss It lyrics

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Buss It by Kash Doll


Intro]
Uh (Kash Doll)
Uh
Ayy (30, you a motherf**kin’ fool, nigga)
Ayy
[Chorus]
Where you get it from? (I get it from my mama)
Where you get it from? (I get it from my mama)
Put your hands on your knees, then bust that sh*t open
Put your hands on your knees, then bust that sh*t open
Bust that sh*t open, bust that sh*t open
Bust that sh*t, bust that sh*t, bust that sh*t open
Bust that sh*t open, bust that sh*t open
Bust that sh*t, bust that sh*t, bust that sh*t open
[Verse 1]
No time for lil’ boy games, tell that nigga cut it out (Period)
f**k them little ass chains, tell that nigga ice me out
I got ass for days and these b**ches in a drought
Told him grab my waist when I bend down and poke it out (Ah)
I heard you a hater ’cause your nigga is a fan
Only f**k with rich niggas, b**ch, I don’t want your man
He tryna see this ass in person, he tired of seein’ it on the ‘Gram
And for these frilly ass hoes, I don’t wanna be your friend, b**ch
Bust down, go and put your hands on your hip (Ayy)
Rich b**ch, got a hundred bands on my wrist (Ayy)
You dismissed, I might have to cancel out that b**ch (Ayy)
Do a split split, I’ma do pilates on the dick
[Chorus]
Where you get it from? (I get it from my mama)
Where you get it from? (I get it from my mama)
Put your hands on your knees, then bust that sh*t open
Put your hands on your knees, then bust that sh*t open
Bust that sh*t open, bust that sh*t open
Bust that sh*t, bust that sh*t, bust that sh*t open
Bust that sh*t open, bust that sh*t open
Bust that sh*t, bust that sh*t, bust that sh*t open
[Verse 2]
Ooh, money get me in the mood
If you ain’t got it, you gon’ see me turn rude
All these curves, you gon’ make me curve you
Put this pussy on a plate, nigga, I’ma serve you
Ass fat, big bag, full of cash (Full of cash)
Broke boy, I ain’t worried ’bout your cash
I be laughin’ to the bank, yeah, I got the last laugh
He in love with thick b**ches, boy, I got ass ass
Ass bouncin’ like the South (Like the South)
Spent two thousand on this blouse (On this blouse)
If she ain’t bad, point her out (Point her out)
If he ain’t got it, put him out
[Chorus]
Where you get it from? (I get it from my mama)
Where you get it from? (I get it from my mama)
Put your hands on your knees, then bust that sh*t open
Put your hands on your knees, then bust that sh*t open
Bust that sh*t open, bust that sh*t open
Bust that sh*t, bust that sh*t, bust that sh*t open
[Bridge]
Where the bad b**ches at? (Ayy)
Where the thick b**ches at? (Ayy)
Where them boss ass, hoodrat, real b**ches at? (Ayy)
Where the school b**ches at? (Ayy)
Where the rude b**ches at? (Ayy)
Where my nine-to-five, makin’ sh*t move b**ches at? (Ayy)
[Chorus]
Where you get it from? (I get it from my mama)
Where you get it from? (I get it from my mama)
Put your hands on your knees, then bust that sh*t open
Put your hands on your knees, then bust that sh*t open
Bust that sh*t open, bust that sh*t open
Bust that sh*t, bust that sh*t, bust that sh*t open
Bust that sh*t open, bust that sh*t open
Bust that sh*t, bust that sh*t, bust that sh*t open
[Outro]
30, you a motherf**kin’ fool, nigga



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