Lyrics: Trevor James Smith
Music: Trevor James Smith
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Get low Bus
Who be the King of the Sound? (uh huh)
Busta Bus back to just put a lock on a town (uh huh)
Lot of my b*****s be comin' from miles around
See they be comin' cause they know how the God get down
Turn it up, shorty wildin' and shorty open, she beastin' it out
For the record, just a second, I'm freakin' it out (come on)
While she tryin' to touch, see, I was peepin' it out
She turned around and was tryin' to put my d**k in her mouth (I let her)
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And as we started, got me ringing her bell (uh huh)
When I come I be doin' it and doin' it well (uh huh)
Then I beat up the Gucci and be makin' it swell
Tryin' to hide the smell of the sex, spraying on the Chanel
Turn it up, then they tried to walk with a strut, so no one could tell (come on)
How a nigga got in they butt made everything jell (come on)
Now the tickle wild like a nut, she blowin' my cell (come on)
Can't get enough of the kid, I put her under my spell
Get low Bus
It's crowded Mami, move it along (uh huh)
If you know you 'bout it then get to removin' your thong (uh huh)
To the whip in back of the truck that's where you belong
After the Yac, see the type of raunchy shit they be on
Turn it up, street niggas respect it because my movement is strong (come on)
'Cause we consistently rapping, see my money is long
All my b*****s is with me, see how they singing the song
Plus how we give you the stick and we be ****ing along (I let her)
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The God of the black, see that I’m back (uh huh)
Every single time that I drop, the shit is a wrap (uh huh)
For the niggas hatin' the kid I’m close to strap
Cause all these b*****s wanna come talk to sit on my lap (turn it up)
Every time I give you bang shit to knock in your whip (come on let it go)
Nigga always do his thing b***h lockin' the strip (come on)
Lot of Mami's is dancin' and they shakin' they hips
After that they get low and put the thing on their lips (I let 'em)
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