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Buss It Down

3:51Album East St. Cleveough (Penitentiary Promises) 2015-12-04

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Contributor: Pooh Gutta

Composer: Pooh Gutta

Lyrics and translation

Original

Drop it low. Make it roll. Bad bitches to the floor.

Bend it over. Touch toes. Hands, knees, elbows.

Bust it down. Bust it down. Bust it down.

Bust it, bust it down.

Bust it down. Bust it down.

Bust it down. Bust it, bust it down. Aye.

Throw it 'round. Drop it down. Ass up, pop it now.

Shawty twerk. Know she bad. Pretty face, hella ass.

Big paper, I got sixty. Feel my block. It's going, they knowing. Cash flowing, slow motion.

She rolling, I'm flexing. Bend over, now throw it. More chips. Young and rich.

Me and your bitch. On it, scoping. Shawty floating. Do it for me. Bust it open.

Drop it low. Make it roll. Bad bitches to the floor.

Bend it over. Touch toes. Hands, knees, elbows.

Bust it down. Bust it down. Bust it down.

Bust it, bust it down. Lil Jack. Bust it down. Busta. Bust it down. Bust it down.

-Bust it down. -Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

Lil Leslie, you a bad lil bitch. Sweet Lex, you a bad lil bitch.

I said Young Sunday, you a bad lil bitch. Tell Keisha Cole she can suck my dick.

I do this shit for all my ratchet hoes. My tops and bottoms, bust it open, hoes.

India, my girl, feeling you tonight, you coming home. I just beat the case. I'm with my nigga Shank.

I'm tryna fuck every bartender in the back. Hold up, that's Molly talking.

That ain't me, y'all. Them niggas can't afford a section, we don't see y'all.

Just cut my ringer off. Your bitch, I lost touch.

You causing problems for a bitch that I don't can't fuck.

Drop it low. Make it roll. Bad bitches to the floor.

Bend it over. Touch toes. Hands, knees, elbows. Bust it down.

Bust it down. Bust it down.

Bust it, bust it down.

Bust it down. Bust it down. Bust it down.

Bust it, bust it down.

All I need is bitches. Got the fame and the riches.

How she twerking? Damn, I feel it. All I want is ass and titties.

And if you can't get it, baby girl, don't fuck with me.

'Cause I'm 'bout that fucking nasty and that slutty slut. Baby, how you feel it? Baby, tell me how you feel it.

And if you 'bout that life, I'm 'bout to get to fucking busting.

If she want it, then she gonna get it. All the bitches want K Star.

I'm the nigga of my -town. Every song I touch is easy rounds. -Bust it down.

Bust it down.

Bust it down. Bust it, bust it down. Bust it down. Bust it down. Bust it down.

Bust it, bust it down. Bust it down.

Bust it down.

Bust it down. Bust it down. Bust it down. Bust it, bust it down.

Bust it down. Bust it down. Bust it down. Bust it down. Bust it down.

Bust it down.

Bust it, bust it down

English translation

Drop it low. Make it roll. Bad bitches to the floor.

Bend it over. Touch toes. Hands, knees, elbows.

Bust it down. Bust it down. Bust it down.

Bust it, bust it down.

Bust it down. Bust it down.

Bust it down. Bust it, bust it down. Aye.

Throw it 'round. Drop it down. Ass up, pop it now.

Shawty twerk. Know she bad. Pretty face, hella ass.

Big paper, I got sixty. Feel my block. It's going, they knowing. Cash flowing, slow motion.

She rolling, I'm flexing. Bend over, now throw it. More chips. Young and rich.

Me and your bitch. On it, scoping. Shawty floating. Do it for me. Bust it open.

Drop it low. Make it roll. Bad bitches to the floor.

Bend it over. Touch toes. Hands, knees, elbows.

Bust it down. Bust it down. Bust it down.

Bust it, bust it down. Lil Jack. Bust it down. Busta. Bust it down. Bust it down.

-Bust it down. -Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

Lil Leslie, you a bad lil bitch. Sweet Lex, you a bad lil bitch.

I said Young Sunday, you a bad lil bitch. Tell Keisha Cole she can suck my dick.

I do this shit for all my ratchet hoes. My tops and bottoms, bust it open, hoes.

India, my girl, feeling you tonight, you coming home. I just beat the case. I'm with my nigga Shank.

I'm tryna fuck every bartender in the back. Hold up, that's Molly talking.

That ain't me, y'all. Them niggas can't afford a section, we don't see y'all.

Just cut my ringer off. Your bitch, I lost touch.

You causing problems for a bitch that I don't can't fuck.

Drop it low. Make it roll. Bad bitches to the floor.

Bend it over. Touch toes. Hands, knees, elbows. Bust it down.

Bust it down. Bust it down.

Bust it, bust it down.

Bust it down. Bust it down. Bust it down.

Bust it, bust it down.

All I need is bitches. Got the fame and the riches.

How she twerking? Damn, I feel it. All I want is ass and titties.

And if you can't get it, baby girl, don't fuck with me.

'Cause I'm 'bout that fucking nasty and that slutty slut. Baby, how you feel it? Baby, tell me how you feel it.

And if you 'bout that life, I'm 'bout to get to fucking busting.

If she want it, then she gonna get it. All the bitches want K Star.

I'm the nigga of my -town. Every song I touch is easy rounds. -Bust it down.

Bust it down.

Bust it down. Bust it, bust it down. Bust it down. Bust it down. Bust it down.

Bust it, bust it down. Bust it down.

Bust it down.

Bust it down. Bust it down. Bust it down. Bust it, bust it down.

Bust it down. Bust it down. Bust it down. Bust it down. Bust it down.

Bust it down.

Bust it, bust it down

Watch video Pooh Gutta, Preme Di Biasi, K Stylis - Buss It Down

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