BUSS !T DOWN ft. ATM, Bigboa & Red-Aux Lyrics

Tell your friend we can bust a move Get into the flow, get into the groove

Yeah, she love my style, I be stoopid smooth Oh, bust it down

Oh, oh, bust it down Oh, oh, touch the crown

Oh, oh, she gettin' down Hold up, she gettin' down

Give a fuck if lil' baby been around Yes, sir, ski

Pull up to your motherfuckin' town and we splurging

Audemar bitch wanna link I had her to pink

Her last nigga pockets on sink But she want that Gucci and Prada

Oh, my mama, look, baby, this not what you think

But I can still buy you a drink And I can still get you a mink

And I do not gotta make no sudden move bet your eyes spin around like a rink

Yeah, what you wanna do? Tell your friend we can bust some balls

Get into the flow, get into the groove Yeah, she love my style, I be stupid smooth

Oh, bust it down Oh, oh, bust it down

Oh, oh, touch the crown Oh, oh, she gettin' down

Yeah, how's it workin'? My bitch do whatever I say

And I ain't never bought no Birkin' That's my shawty for certain

We been gettin' dirty since niggas was teens Gotta protect that bitch by any means

All of her exes, them niggas was peons Hit from the back, she gon' sing like Giveon

Yeah, fuckin' the only thing me and her ever agree on

You know what we on, I gotta lock down like Dion

She got the walls you would hang a degree on

I know you can read through the lines Me and her never is reading the room

Cause I went too freaky, she reading my mind Still when she call, I'm hittin' decline

I gotta keep her on her toes Can't let her know she got me by the nose

Yeah, won't keep him chasin', gotta stay on go Drop that bitch, you gotta stay froze

To keep that bitch, so many hoes out here on the move

Told her pick one, she said done She slide up like, what you wanna do

Yeah, what you wanna do? Tell your friend we can bust some moves

Get into the flow, get into the grove Yeah, she love my style, I be stupid smooth

Oh, oh, bust it down Oh, oh, bust it down

Oh, oh, touch the crown Oh, oh, she get it down

Yeah, bitches be callin' me I pick up my phone, she got a nice tone

She move with the urgency She give me some dome, then leave me alone

When I'm countin' green Pass it to the team, Alley Oop

Yeah, too many oohs He had a chance, that he blew

She over here fuckin' with me, but the way that she move

He don't have a clue, this nigga confused Don't know what he see

Muhammad Ali, I float like a butterfly, sting like a bee

Yeah, what you wanna do? Tell your friend we can bust a move

Get into the flow, get into the groove Yeah, she love my style, I be stupid smooth

Oh, oh, bust it down Oh, oh, bust it down

Oh, oh, touch the crown Oh, oh, she get it down