Kash Doll - Buss It

Drop that ass, drop, drop that ass (Kash Doll, ha)
Drop that ass (Thirty you a motherfuckin' fool nigga), ay

Where you get it from? I get it from my momma
Where you get it from? I get it from my momma
Put your hands on your knees then bust that shit open
Put your hands on your knees then bust that shit open
Bust that shit open, bust that shit open
Bust that shit, bust that shit, bust that shit open
Bust that shit open, bust that shit open
Bust that shit, bust that shit, bust that shit open

No time for lil' boy games, tell that nigga cut it out (period)
Fuck them lil' ass chain, tell that nigga ice me out
I got ass for days and these bitches in a drought
Told 'em grab my waist When I bend down, I poke it out (ah)
I heard you hater 'cause your nigga is a fan
Only fuck wit' rich nigga, bitch I don't want your man
He tryna see this ass in person, he tired of seein' it on the 'Gram
And fuck these frilly ass hoes, I don't wanna be your friend
Bitch, buss down, go and put your hands on hips
Rich bitch, got a hunnid bands on my wrist
You dismissed, I'ma have to cancel out that bitch
Do a split, split, I'ma do Pilates on the dick

Where you get it from? I get it from my momma
Where you get it from? I get it from my momma
Put your hands on your knees then bust that shit open
Put your hands on your knees then bust that shit open
Bust that shit open, bust that shit open
Bust that shit, bust that shit, bust that shit open
Bust that shit open, bust that shit open
Bust that shit, bust that shit, bust that shit open

Ooh, money get me in the mood
If you ain't got it you gon' see me turn rude
All these curves, you gon' make me curve you
Put this pussy on a plate nigga I'ma serve you
Ass fat, big bag, full of cash (full of cash)
Broke boy I ain't worried 'bout your cash
I be laughin' to the bank, yeah I got the last laugh
He in love with thick bitches, boy I got ass ass
Ass bouncin' like the South (like the South)
Spend two thousand on this blouse (on this blouse)
If she ain't bad point her out (point her out)
If he ain't got it put him out

Where you get it from? I get it from my momma
Where you get it from? I get it from my momma
Put your hands on your knees then bust that shit open
Put your hands on your knees then bust that shit open
Bust that shit open, bust that shit open
Bust that shit, bust that shit, bust that shit open

Where my bad bitches at? (ay)
Where the big bitches sat? (Ay)
Where the boss ass, hood rap, real bitches at? (Ay)
Where the school bitches at? (ay)
Or the rude bitches at? (ay)
Where my nine to five, making shit move bitches at? (ay)

Where you get it from? I get it from my momma
Where you get it from? I get it from my momma
Put your hands on your knees then bust that shit open
Put your hands on your knees then bust that shit open
Bust that shit open, bust that shit open
Bust that shit, bust that shit, bust that shit open
Bust that shit open, bust that shit open
Bust that shit, bust that shit, bust that shit open

(Thirty you a motherfuckin' fool nigga)

Written by:
Arkeisha Knight

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