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Greyhound (Buss It) Video (MV)




Performed By: Lance Pique
Length: 3:20
Written by: Gabriel Nwajiaku




Lance Pique - Greyhound (Buss It) Lyrics




Buss it, buss it, with ya fine ass
Buss it, buss it, with ya fine ass
Buss it, buss it, with ya fine ass
Buss it, buss it, with ya fine ass
Buss it, buss it, with ya fine ass
Buss it, buss it, with ya fine ass
Buss it, buss it, with ya fine ass
Buss it, buss it, with ya fine ass

Slide through the club like automatic doors
Drink till I'm hoarse, pull off in a Porsche
Ice cream man got the check on Sunday
Neck on sundae, blunt on runway
And I got my drive on Hyundai
Paid for the pump, so a punk better "runway"
Ain't shit slide, no swings when the gunplay
Hollow tips make you dance like Beyoncé
Play a g string like a fender
Shawty finna strip, so I call her chicken tender
Biting on my lip and she begging me to enter
Grabbing on the wood Like a motherf*cking splinter
Got the pull & the drip, no safety
Got the tool on my hip, no safety
And I'm good with the D, no safety
Laid up with two, no safety

Buss it, buss it, with ya fine ass
Buss it, buss it, with ya fine ass
Buss it, buss it, with ya fine ass
Buss it, buss it, with ya fine ass
Buss it, buss it, with ya fine ass
Buss it, buss it, with ya fine ass
Buss it, buss it, with ya fine ass
Buss it, buss it, with ya fine ass

Girl I'm on the way, like protein
If you on the poll, I'm voting
If you wanna roll, I'm floating
Just give me the go, I'm stroking
Cuz ya head is thought provoking
Young neck snapper
Cash kidnapper
Down for whatever but I'm up like NASA
Damn
Ima get caught up
Ain't no ifs & ands for that butt
I be getting head now I'm feelin like a tombstone
Got another raise now my pockets lookin too grown
Baby lookin right
Ima pound it like a flip phone
And she like to ridee but she skip home
And she never wait till the tip gone
And she call me bae when the drip on
And I be like aye what you sip on
Cranberry juice with the patron

Long hair, body like a wine glass
Go 'head, buss it with your fine ass
Buss it, buss it, with your fine ass
You a bad b, but you high class

Wallet vegan, but my girl a carnivore
Keep it clapping like you ready for a tour
Throw it back like we seen it all before
Make it jump like you never hit the floor

Buss it, buss it, with ya fine ass
Buss it, buss it, with ya fine ass
Buss it, buss it, with ya fine ass
Buss it, buss it, with ya fine ass
Buss it, buss it, with ya fine ass
Buss it, buss it, with ya fine ass
Buss it, buss it, with ya fine ass
Buss it, buss it, with ya fine ass
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Buss it, buss it, with ya fine ass
Buss it, buss it, with ya fine ass
Buss it, buss it, with ya fine ass
Buss it, buss it, with ya fine ass
Buss it, buss it, with ya fine ass
Buss it, buss it, with ya fine ass
Buss it, buss it, with ya fine ass
Buss it, buss it, with ya fine ass

Slide through the club like automatic doors
Drink till I'm hoarse, pull off in a Porsche
Ice cream man got the check on Sunday
Neck on sundae, blunt on runway
And I got my drive on Hyundai
Paid for the pump, so a punk better "runway"
Ain't shit slide, no swings when the gunplay
Hollow tips make you dance like Beyoncé
Play a g string like a fender
Shawty finna strip, so I call her chicken tender
Biting on my lip and she begging me to enter
Grabbing on the wood Like a motherf*cking splinter
Got the pull & the drip, no safety
Got the tool on my hip, no safety
And I'm good with the D, no safety
Laid up with two, no safety

Buss it, buss it, with ya fine ass
Buss it, buss it, with ya fine ass
Buss it, buss it, with ya fine ass
Buss it, buss it, with ya fine ass
Buss it, buss it, with ya fine ass
Buss it, buss it, with ya fine ass
Buss it, buss it, with ya fine ass
Buss it, buss it, with ya fine ass

Girl I'm on the way, like protein
If you on the poll, I'm voting
If you wanna roll, I'm floating
Just give me the go, I'm stroking
Cuz ya head is thought provoking
Young neck snapper
Cash kidnapper
Down for whatever but I'm up like NASA
Damn
Ima get caught up
Ain't no ifs & ands for that butt
I be getting head now I'm feelin like a tombstone
Got another raise now my pockets lookin too grown
Baby lookin right
Ima pound it like a flip phone
And she like to ridee but she skip home
And she never wait till the tip gone
And she call me bae when the drip on
And I be like aye what you sip on
Cranberry juice with the patron

Long hair, body like a wine glass
Go 'head, buss it with your fine ass
Buss it, buss it, with your fine ass
You a bad b, but you high class

Wallet vegan, but my girl a carnivore
Keep it clapping like you ready for a tour
Throw it back like we seen it all before
Make it jump like you never hit the floor

Buss it, buss it, with ya fine ass
Buss it, buss it, with ya fine ass
Buss it, buss it, with ya fine ass
Buss it, buss it, with ya fine ass
Buss it, buss it, with ya fine ass
Buss it, buss it, with ya fine ass
Buss it, buss it, with ya fine ass
Buss it, buss it, with ya fine ass
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Writer: Gabriel Nwajiaku
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