CoCo Bunni - Buss It Baby

It's Coco on the beat
Throw it in the circle, favorite round of applause
Make a nigga want you bad, give a nigga blue balls
You know I pick up whenever opportunity calls

But I ain't half-assin shit I'm gonna give it, my all
Squat it to the ground like you finna get around it
Them cash app dings, yeah, I'm lovin' how they soundin
I always get some money whenever he bring them pounds in

Ride your tongue anytime, yeah, I'm lovin' how that's soundin
Rice crispy-ass nigga got marshmallow in his muffin
Team FTK, them niggas know how I'm comin
And if you ever caught me lockin', bet you still don't know nothin

Grip his balls when we fuckin', so I know when he cumin
Man, fuck it, get to bussin, club chaotic, but I love it
Every time you play in it, you know the streets gon' teach you somethin
I ain't humble just for nothin', I got some good they treat like drugs and
Power, pussy, money, everybody seems to love it

Buss it, buss it, baby, like you got nothin' to lose
It's not about who you are, it's all about what you do
Now go ahead and give a show, let us see what you do
Pose for a pic, you know we love support from the crew

Buss it, buss it, baby, like you got nothin' to lose
It's not about who you are, it's all about what you do
Now go ahead and give a show, let us see what you do
Pose for a pic, you know we love support from the crew

It's shot shots, no chasers, it's to the head, that's facers
Say it once, now say it twice, we all know that hustlin' made her
We all know that hustlin' made her, and the money never fazed her

When the money's made at home, you know the taste is even greater
In the crowd, you got a hater, in the ground, you got a crater
Scrub the ground, Scrub the ground
Go ahead and get your paper
And if a bitch wanna tussle, tell her, say that shit for later

Say he love the way it tastes, I told him that my mama made her
Make sure my waist still loose so I can do my money dance
Got a little competition, but they don't stand a chance
Came in this bitch alone, but I'm leavin' with your man

You can pretty much guess where your nigga got his hands
Buss it, buss it, baby, like you got nothin' to lose
It's not about who you are, it's all about what you do
Now go ahead and give a show, let us see what you do
Pose for a pic, you know we love support from the crew

Buss it, buss it, baby, like you got nothin' to lose
It's not about who you are, it's all about what you do
Now go ahead and give a show, let us see what you do
Pose for a pic, you know we love support from the crew

She be shootin' for the nooks, man, her booty be explosive
If her ass show n' Daisy Dukes, that don't mean touch it
Give that girl some space, she ain't come outside for nothin

Get her ass a drink and she gon' buss it, buss it, buss it
Buss it, buss it, buss it, buss it, buss it, buss it
Buss it left, buss it right, go and buss it open
Buss it left, buss it right, buss it in the split

Go ahead and have a night that you won't never forget

Written by:
Atira Hoard

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