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Buss Down Video (MV)




Performed By: Goyard Breezy
Language: English
Length: 2:44
Written by: Christopher Rios




Goyard Breezy - Buss Down Lyrics




Patek on me that's a bus down
Yo bitch on me she a bus down
I can't wife that thot she a bus down
Trippin off the xans I'm bus down

I can't trust a bitch that's not me
Getting to this money that's all me
I be off the xans I just popped three
Running up the bands tryna chase dreams
I can hardly stand cause I'm off lean
Glock with a stendo and a red beam
I be playing tag bet it make you freeze
If you wanna feature gotta pay fees
Choppa that's the reaper cause it take dreams
Yo bitch she a creeper tryna make the team
Yo bitch she a geeker she a drug fiend
Told her take this dick and to f*ck the team

All These hulks got me feelin lazy
Got a house of cards like I'm Kevin spacey
Got yo bitch on me tryna date me
I told that stupid bitch i gotta think maybe
Silly hoe I know you be schemin
I know you tryna go to neiman
But yous a nothing ass bop
I feel bad for yo pops

I'm running up the hunnids like I hit the lotto
And I keep the nine like my name is rondo
Tryna get this money yea that's pronto
You know I got the sack like I'm Arron Donald
Running to the bands that's always
I can serve yo mans in the hallways
Yo bitch she be creepin like a crawl space
And Im really geeking I be outer space

Told your bitch to chill cause I need space
I ain't tryna hear your bitching get up out my face
Take that to yo mans That's not my place
By the way ask him how my dick taste
Silly bitch I think you got it f*cked up
Why you all up on my dick tryna hit the cup
Made her swallow all my kids ion give a f*ck
She only f*ck with me cause I'm running up
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Patek on me that's a bus down
Yo bitch on me she a bus down
I can't wife that thot she a bus down
Trippin off the xans I'm bus down

I can't trust a bitch that's not me
Getting to this money that's all me
I be off the xans I just popped three
Running up the bands tryna chase dreams
I can hardly stand cause I'm off lean
Glock with a stendo and a red beam
I be playing tag bet it make you freeze
If you wanna feature gotta pay fees
Choppa that's the reaper cause it take dreams
Yo bitch she a creeper tryna make the team
Yo bitch she a geeker she a drug fiend
Told her take this dick and to f*ck the team

All These hulks got me feelin lazy
Got a house of cards like I'm Kevin spacey
Got yo bitch on me tryna date me
I told that stupid bitch i gotta think maybe
Silly hoe I know you be schemin
I know you tryna go to neiman
But yous a nothing ass bop
I feel bad for yo pops

I'm running up the hunnids like I hit the lotto
And I keep the nine like my name is rondo
Tryna get this money yea that's pronto
You know I got the sack like I'm Arron Donald
Running to the bands that's always
I can serve yo mans in the hallways
Yo bitch she be creepin like a crawl space
And Im really geeking I be outer space

Told your bitch to chill cause I need space
I ain't tryna hear your bitching get up out my face
Take that to yo mans That's not my place
By the way ask him how my dick taste
Silly bitch I think you got it f*cked up
Why you all up on my dick tryna hit the cup
Made her swallow all my kids ion give a f*ck
She only f*ck with me cause I'm running up
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Writer: Christopher Rios
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