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(Ay, yo, Swizz)

(I don't think they ready for this shit)

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(Ay, yo, let me take they ass)

(Back to the club real quick)

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(Get low, Bus!) Who be the king of the sound?

Busta Bus back to just put a lock on a town

Lot of my bitches be comin from miles around

See? They be comin'

'Cause they know how the God get down (turn it up!)

Now you know who holdin' the throne

So gimme the crown

Niggas solutin' and tryna give me a pound

(Come on) I don't really fuck with you niggas

You niggas is clowns

Making the bitches strippin'

Throw they shit on the ground

(Get low, Bus!) Now that's the way that it goes

When we up in the spot

The shit be flooded with hoes (come on)

See we a make it hot

The chicks will come out their clothes

That's when you get it

Mami already know, I suppose (turn it up!)

Shorty wildin' and shorty open

She beastin' it out

For the record, just a second, I'm freaking it out

(Come on) while she tryna touch see, I was peepin' it out

She turned around and was tryna put my dick in her mouth

Another!

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(Get low, Bus!) And as we started

Got me ringin' her bell

When I come I be doin' it and doin' it well

Then I beat up the coochie and be makin' it swell

Tryna hide the smell of the sex

Spraying on the Chanel (turn it up!)

Then they try to walk with a strut so no one could tell

(Come on) how a nigga got in they butt

Made everything jail

(Come on) now the chick will 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

If you know you 'bout it, then get to removin' your thong

To the whip and 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

'Cause my movement is strong

(Come on) 'cause we consistently rep

And, see, my money is long

All my bitches is with me

See how they singing the song?

Plus, how we give you the stick

And we be dickin' along

I let her

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(Get low, Bus!) The God of the block

See that I'm back

Every single time that I drop, the shit is a wrap

For the niggas hatin' the kid I'm close to strap

'Cause all these bitches wanna come talk

To sit on my lap (turn it up!)

Every time I give you bang shit to knock in ya whip

(Come on) nigga always do his thing

Bitch, lockin' the strip

(Come on) lot of mamis is dancin' and shakin' their hips

After that they get low

And put the thing on their lips

I let them!

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