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DaBaby

"Buss it Down"

[Intro: DaBaby & Petey Pablo]
I got twenty on my feet
Yeah

She gon' buss it down for some Gucci, Gucci (Gucci, Gucci)
She gon' buss it down for some Gucci, Gucci (Gucci, Gucci)
Woah, f*ckin' with these dancers
Woah, strip club challenge (Ayy, ayy)


[Chorus: Iamkeynotes]
Oh na-na-na (Yeah)
She gon' buss it down, buss it down like she's s'posed to
Oh na-na-na
If you ain't got the bag for her, she ain't really want you
Buss it down, buss it down, buss it down
Oh yeah
Buss it down, buss it down, buss it down
Oh na-na-na

[Verse 1: DaBaby & Iamkeynotes]
She gon' buss it down for some Gucci, Gucci (Uh, I do)
And I'ma f*ckin' cut her off, she think I'm stupid, stupid (Uh-huh)
b*tch, I'm the teacher, come and learn, you just a groupie student (b*tch)
I used to take these n*ggas sh*t, act like I didn't do it (Ah)
Oh na-na-na
You pull a gun, you gotta use it, better shoot it, shoot it (Shoot)
Buss it down
That's a good way to die if you need one (Yeah)
Got two hoes on my side, that's a threesome (Uh, three)
If I pull out that fire, I'ma freeze 'em (On me)
n*ggas be lyin', deceivin' (Ah)
Just on 'em right now, don't believe 'em
Want somebody to give 'em a reason
Give 'em a reason (Ooh)

[Chorus: Iamkeynotes]
Oh na-na-na (Yeah)
She gon' buss it down, buss it down like she's s'posed to (Alright)
Oh na-na-na
If you ain't got the bag for her, she ain't really want you
Buss it down, buss it down, buss it down
Oh yeah
Buss it down, buss it down, buss it down
Oh na-na-na

[Verse 2: Iamkeynotes]
Tell me how you feel, how you really feel (How you feel?)
If you buss it open, girl, it's gettin' real
Put that ass to sleep (Huh?), Benedryl
f*ckin' cut her off, she in her feelings (Whoops)
(Oh na-na-na)
La-di-la-di-da-di, you know we just came to party
Let me catch you with nobody, girl, you know that's my punani
And I hit it from behind, your booty makin' a tsunami (Okay)
When you wake up in the mornin', look around and you can't find me (Skrrt)
I'm a savage, f*ckin' with a bad b*tch
Know these n*ggas mad, they couldn't have it (No)
Shake it automatic (Yeah)
Plus that booty plastic (Yeah)
Smearin' off the Chapstick
My homie said that she gon' buss it down and I said

[Chorus: Iamkeynotes]
Oh na-na-na (Yeah)
She gon' buss it down, buss it down like she's s'posed to (Alright)
Oh na-na-na
If you ain't got the bag for her, she ain't really want you
Buss it down, buss it down, buss it down
Oh yeah
Buss it down, buss it down, buss it down
Oh na-na-na

[Verse 3: Petey Pablo & Iamkeynotes]
Oh, Mr. Freak (Mr. Freak)
Freak-a-leak (Freak-a-leak)
Better freak (I better freak)
Ask somebody 'bout me (You don't bleep)
f*ck with me (f*ck with me)
Now go to sleep (Bih, go to sleep)
Don't f*ck with me (No, not with me)
Two Os, then 'cause you don't [?]
Oh na-na-na
I'm too motherf*ckin' modest to be braggin' 'bout myself (Ho)
I done f*cked so many, should be sharin' with myself (Woah)
Back, back in it
Still takin' chances (Woah)
f*ckin' with these dancers (Woah)
Strip club challenge (Woah)
Stay actin' the ass (Ayy)
Like ain't got no matter (Okay)
A big thick face, she cute
'Cause she yellow (Okay), that's banana (Oh Lord)
Bullsh*t (Go, go)
f*ck that sh*t, f*ck that b*tch now
I'ma f*ck her best friend, bet she be with (Okay)

[Chorus: Iamkeynotes]
Oh na-na-na (Yeah)
She gon' buss it down, buss it down like she's s'posed to (Alright)
Oh na-na-na
If you ain't got the bag for her, she ain't really want you
Buss it down, buss it down, buss it down
Oh yeah
Buss it down, buss it down, buss it down
Oh na-na-na

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