Chords for Erica Banks - Buss It (Lyrics) | buss it buss it is you two shots

Take in [G] your reflection and tell it in a swear
Sir i swear
I'm _ [Em] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[E] _ back
My urkin boy I'm back
My urkin boy H exert Urkin boy Aboucha Urkin boy I'm back
My urkin boy I'm back
My urkin boy H exert [Am] Urkin boy Aboucha Urkin boy
_ [Em] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ aboucha seven
_ _ [D] _ [E] sob
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[Gb] _ I see, I _ see, I [Gm] _ _ [Ebm] see you, [E] I see you, I see you, I see you I don't want no more, I don't want no more, I don't want no more, I don't want no more
Rippin' white with a [G] body I'm me, goddamn I'm poppin', I'm hot
Rip thick [E] vans and a motherfuckin' pants, he was standin' for my stance so I took him to the spot
I don't wanna talk, I wanna be known, now say that nigga get out, he ain't packin' with a cop
Sayin' it's for a dance, he ain't even get a chance, threw it back and let it land, ain't no beggin' me to stop
_ [B] Ayy, inju, _ bustin'
Pissed off, [F] bustin'
I'm going up, yeah
[Em] Goin' up, ayy
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Goin' up, yeah
[Ab] Goin' up, ayy
Goin' up, _ [G] _ _ _ [N] ayy Bustin', ayy Inju, _ bustin'
Pissed off, bustin'
Drop it down, don't pick it up, ayy
You know I don't never give a fuck, ayy
Nigga lookin' at me in the club, ayy
He gon' have to throw a couple duds, ayy
I don't need one of them with tux to the nigga white
Y'all ain't tryna come and see what's up
Uh, brown liquor all in yo cup
Ay, say you wanna put it in my gut
Uh, nigga couldn't make it to the club
So, I'ma throw it back on face
I don't never be on no Tinder
And I don't never be on no FaceTime
So they have to have a couple racks
And tell the mama need a belt
Ay, [E] now, got a nigga you ain't never seen
Yeah, cause I ain't never with him in a day
Dying out white
But, _ but, but
I'ma put it in _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ my gut _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ I don't need one of them with tux to the nigga white
Y'all ain't tryna come and see what's up
Ay, say you wanna put it in my gut
Uh, nigga couldn't make it to the club
So, I'ma throw it _ _ _ _ _ back on face
I don't _ never be on no Tinder
And I don't never be on no FaceTime
And tell the mama need a belt _
_ _ [Ab] Ay, now, got a nigga you ain't never seen
Yeah, cause I ain't never with him in a day
Dying out white _ _ _
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