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Aiyyo Swizz I don't think they ready for this shit
Aiyyo let me take they ass back to the club real quick.

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 give me the crown
Huh!
Niggas solutin' and tryin' to give me a pound
Come on!
I don't really fuck with you niggas you niggas is clown
Makin' 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
See we a make it hot, the chicks will come out their clothes
That's when you get it mami already know I suppose.

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Shorty wildin' and shorty open she beastin' it out
For the record
Huh!
Just a second I'm freakin' it out
Come on!
While she tryin' to touch see I was peepin' it out
She turned around and was tryin' to put my dick in her [...] I let her.

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Get low Bus!
And as we started, got me ringing her bell
When I come I be doin' it and doin it well
Then I beat up the coochie and be makin' it swell
Tryin' to hide the smell of the sex, sprayin' on the Chanel.

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Then they try to walk with a strut so no one could tell
How a nigga got in they [...] made everything jail
Now the tickle 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 in back of the truck that's where you belong
After the Yac, see the type of raunchy shit they be on.

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Street niggas respect it because my movement is strong.
Come on!
Cause we consistently reppin' see my money is long
All my bitches with me see how they singin' 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 black, see that I'm back
Every single time that I drop, the shit is a wrap
For the niggas hatin' the kid I'm clos 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 your whip
Nigga always do his thing bitch lockin' the strip.
Come on!
Lot of mami's is dancin' and they shakin' they hips
After that they get low and put the thing on their lips, I let 'em...

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