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letra de buss it (remix) - erica banks

[intro: nelly & travis scott]
checkin’ your reflection and tellin’ your best friend
like, “girl, i think my b-tt gettin’ big” (yeah)
“b-tt gettin’ big, oh”
“b-tt gettin’ big, oh”
“b-tt gettin’ big, oh”
“b-tt gettin’ big, oh”

[verse 1: travis scott]
bust it, pop it (pop)
lock it, drop it (yeah)
we goin’ up like the stock hit
outside and inside the lambo’ is chocolate (it’s lit)
throw it (woo), watch it (yeah), cake it (yeah), profit
bands gettin’ big, it might bust outta’ pockets
she keep it wet, i might bust down and lock it (let’s go)
bbl, natural, don’t care, won’t tell
if you comin’ with gang, leave your phone at the hotel
she know my body, she don’t need the intel (alright)
on top, spin around, go crazy, carousel (yeah)
pеyote jack, wanna know what i inhale
she gеttin’ thick, ain’t no way that you can’t tell
i linked up with shorty on payroll, she got a bankroll
she do that sh-t when i say so
hit from the back, got her grabbin’ her ankles
hand on her neck, i might give her a van gogh (yeah)
and when i’m done, i’ll go out with a bang tho’
she said me and my brothers remind her of bang bros (it’s lit!)
she in the mirror tryna work on her angles
she gon’ l!ck on it, spit on it, taste just like (pew, pew)
oochie wally, she be wildin’ (yeah)
inside her body she gon’ ride it like kawasaki (she gon’ ride it like)
she said she was lit off the saké
she left the lobby, parking lot, gave me head in the ‘gatti (yeah)
she said she gon’ give me the box and the posse
f-cked around, introduced her to roddy (straight up)
thing on my hip for when sh-t lookin’ wocky
i might have to bust it, just look at that body, like d-mn
[chorus: erica banks]
bust it, bust it, bust it, bust it
is you f-ckin’? two shots, f-ck it
bust it, bust it, bust it, bust it
is you f-ckin’? two shots, f-ck it
throw it like a stripper, d-mn
throw it like a stripper, ayy
throw it like a stripper, d-mn
turn around and tip her, ayy
bust it, bust it, bust it, bust it
is you f-ckin’? two shots, f-ck it

[verse 2: erica banks]
real slim waist with a body on me
godd-mn, i’m poppin’, i’m hot (i’m hot)
real thick bands in a motherf-cker pants
he was staring from a stance, so i took him to the spot
i don’t wanna talk, i wanna be in your mouth
tell that n-gga get out, he ain’t packing with a glock
beggin’ for a dance, he ain’t even get a chance
threw it back and let it land, ain’t no beggin’ me to stop (stop), b-tch
ate the p-ssy up on tuesday (ha)
back in the side, yeah, two ways
give me that top like toupée
slurpin’ on the p-ssy like kool-aid
one don’t be enough, i need two baes
n-gga down my throat like d’ussé
l!ck all on the tip like brûlée
n-gga, i’ma do whatever you say
now watch me
[chorus: erica banks]
bust it, bust it, bust it, bust it
is you f-ckin’? two shots, f-ck it
bust it, bust it, bust it, bust it
is you f-ckin’? two shots, f-ck it
throw it like a stripper, d-mn
throw it like a stripper, ayy
throw it like a stripper, d-mn
turn around and tip her, ayy
bust it, bust it, bust it, bust it
is you f-ckin’? two shots, f-ck it

[outro: erica banks]
f-ck it, f-ck it, f-ck it
f-ck it, f-ck it, f-ck it

- erica banks

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