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Bussin', bussin', bussin' on the beat (Hey) Bussin' (Pretty & Paid, bitch, hear me out), bussin' on the beat Got the left right bussin' on the beat (I snap every time that I speak) Got the left right cheek bussin' on the beat Got the left right cheek bussin' on the beat (Uh) She upset, high key, she cannot compete (Compete, bitch) Sit like over ten feet, I be out of reach (I out of reach, bitch) Bag got a double C, let's go on a spree Yeah, it's a whole lotta brеad, make some, break somе Lotta whole hoes really scared to shake some, shake some This petty world a two-way street I can either go home or I go P-A-P, bitch Real shit When I shake this ass, that boy go loco talking real quick And I'm so bad, nothin' like these hoes he deal with (Uh) If he ain't on shit, just like Dorothy make my heels click I can clear my chest, don't gotta feel lit Big bag on me, make a basic ho hate me (Bussin', bussin', bussin' on the beat) Bitch, I can buy myself whatever that he gave me (Bussin', bussin' on the beat) No glancin' at the tag, I just put it in the bag (Got the left right bussin' on the beat) I won't ever go out sad 'bout no nigga that I had, bitch (Got the left right cheek bussin' on the beat) Got the left right cheek bussin' on the beat (On the beat) She upset, high key, she cannot compete (Bussin' on the beat) Letras de cancionesSit like over ten feet, I be out of reach (Bitch) Bag got a double C, let's go on a spree Yeah, it's a whole lotta bread, make some, break some Lotta whole hoes really scared to shake some, shake some This petty world a two-way street (Two) I can either go home or I go P-A-P, bitch West Coast, California I got plenty freaks (Freaks) Brown skin, thick bitch, I fuck her to sleep (Gang, gang) Gangsta bitch, I gangsta walk and she massage my feet I put her out 'cause that tongue didn't relax me (Didn't relax me) You ain't fuckin', bitch, then you goin' in the taxi (Ten you goin' in the taxi) You ain't clappin' ass when you ask then don't ask me (Clap, clap) I know plenty niggas that don't went up and they khaki I know plenty hoes that'll fuck me for some Zaxbys (Gang) Got the left right cheek bussin' on the beat (On the beat) She upset, high key, she cannot compete (Bussin', bussin' on the beat) Sit like over ten feet, I be out of reach (Bitch) Bag got a double C, let's go on a spree (Uh, yeah) Yeah, it's a whole lotta bread, make some, break some Lotta whole hoes really scared to shake some, shake some (Uh) This petty world a two-way street (Two) I can either go home or I go P-A-P, bitch I got, I got, I got plenty freaks Thick bitch, I fuck her to sleep It's a whole lotta bread, make some Never go out sad 'bout no nigga that I had, bitch Bussin' on the, bussin' on the beat (Uh) Bussin' on the, bussin' on the beat (Uh) Fuck me for, fuck, fuck me for some Zaxbys From Letras Mania