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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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