Chill Cortez - Buss It

Yeah! Cortez
Let me see you buss it
Uhh! Let me see you buss it
(Chill Cortez, baby) Yep
OK, she buss it down, back it up! Girl, that ass is fat as fuck
That Wild West booty: To ride right, I have to saddle up
I'm stingy with that ass; no hitchhikers, no passengers
These petty hoes can't clap like her, so now they all wanna clap at her
Got every dude goin' after her; if you ain't ready, then back on up
Yeah, rollercoasters look fun, but that don't mean you can handle 'em
She cornbreaded and cabbaged up; snappin' like a camera
Look like 2 wrecking balls; booty nickname should be Damager
She just walked in, and I can still see the back of her
She might knock your drink, so hold it tight if you passin' her
It's silicone phonies who can't even match her natural butt
She come around and shut it down! Girl, buss it down and back it up
OK! Break it down, back it up, let me see you buss it
Break it down, back it up, let me see you buss it
Break it down, back it up, let me see you buss it
Let me see you buss it! Let, let, let me see you buss it
Uhh! Drop it low, make that ass clap
She got a big booty I can throw some cash at! Yep
Drop it low, make that ass clap
She got a big booty I can throw some cash at! Yep
Where the big girls? You better buss it, too
Don't be 'shamed! Shake ALL that ass! Chill love it, boo
That thong's strong but that booty's still bussin' through
285 and still twerkin' with no trouble, too? (No trouble too?)
Trill talk... (Trill talk...) I fuck with you! (I fuck with you!)
I been on that, baby girl; it's nothin' new (Nope)
She confident! Won't back down like others do
Puttin' all these lames to shame! Made 'em all uncomfortable
I don't know why these other dudes passin' up on you
But you can be my plane; let me see what that luggage do
So turn around, make that booty touch the ground
You know what I'm lookin' for: back it up and buss it down, yaah
OK! Break it down, back it up, let me see you buss it
Break it down, back it up, let me see you buss it
Break it down, back it up, let me see you buss it
Let me see you buss it! Let, let, let me see you buss it
Uhh! Drop it low, make that ass clap
She got a big booty I can throw some cash at! Yep
Drop it low, make that ass clap!
She got a big booty I can throw some cash at!
OK, South Cak, North Cak, let me see you buss it
ATL, Miami, let me see you buss it
Tennessee, VA, let me see you buss it
Bay Area, LA, let me see you buss it
St. Louis down to Texas, let me see you buss it (Yep)
Detroit to New York, let me see you buss it (Yep)
New Orleans to New Jersey, let me see you buss it (Buss it)
Thick ladies worldwide, let me see you buss it (Buss it)

Written by:
Stephen Seegars

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