paroles de chanson Buss It Open (feat. Lakeyah) - Trapboy Freddy , Lakeyah

(AyoRoc, you got me fucked up)
(Bankroll got it)
(Diego)

Bust it wide open, then I tell her bring it back
Bust, bust it wide open, then I tell her bring it back, back
Bust it wide open, then I tell her bring it back
Bust, bust it wide open, then I tell her bring it back, back

What′s up, Keisha? (What's up, Keisha?)
What′s up, Neisha? (What's up, Neisha?)
Nice to meet you (hey), I heard you was an eater (ooh)
She go dumb (she go dumb), look at her tongue (look at her tongue)
You can touch my pants, just don't touch my gun (don′t do that)
Lil′ bitch sexy (lil' bitch sexy), she think I′m Mexican (think I'm Mexican)
She like my necklacе, talkin′ 'bout (oh, who that? Freddy?)
Throw it back (throw it back), lay on your back (lay on your back)
Beat her cat (cat), if you want a rack (bands)

Bust it wide open, then I tell her bring it back
Bust, bust it wide open, then I tell her bring it back, back
Bust it wide open, then I tell her bring it back
Bust, bust it wide open, then I tell her bring it back, back (ayy, ayy)

He like, "What′s up, Kei?" (what's up, Kei?)
I'm like, "What′s up, Daddy?" Uh (what′s up, Daddy?)
Told that boy keep talkin', I′m gon' wet them VVS′s (yeah, yeah)
I'm like if I throw it back, know this nigga better catch it (better catch it)
I keep 1942 and bad bitches in my section, they be naked (ayy)
I′m gon' pop it, uh (pop it, pop it, pop it)
I might let you touch it, uh (touch it, uh)
Just like you be grippin' on that Glock, boy, I′ma bust it, uh
If we throwin′ ones, that bitch better show me somethin' (yeah)
Ride that stick up on my feet just like a pro, boy, you gon′ love it when we fuckin', I′m gon'

Bust it wide open, then I tell her bring it back
Bust, bust it wide open, then I tell her bring it back, back
Bust it wide open, then I tell her bring it back
Bust, bust it wide open, then I tell her bring it back, back

Tell her bring it back
Bust it