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Buss it open, show me, babe | Buss it open, show me, babe | Buss it for a real player
Buss it open, show me, babe (Ooh, baby, please) Buss it open, show me, babe (Ooh, baby, please) Buss it for a real player (Ooh, baby, please) I want you how I want you (Ooh, baby, please) (Oh, oh, oh, yeah, yeah) I wanna leave the club right now (right now, yeah) Tell you niggas in the cut to pipe down (pipe down) (I wanna leave the club right now) She want me flip her upside down (yeah) (I wanna leave the club right now) She a freak when you not around You pulled up tipsy, oh, yeah I ain't gotta take it to the head (let's go!) She doin' whatever to get in my bed Got me like, "Here we go again" (yeah, ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh) I wanna leave the club right now, babe (ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh) I wanna leave the club right now I'm feelin' this shit it's thumpin' But I'm finna get you out of here (get you out of here) Don't know how you got to the function (get you out of here) But I'm finna get you out of here (out of here) (Ooh, baby, please) Buss it open, show me, babe (Ooh, baby, please) Buss it for a real player (Ooh, baby, please) I want you how I want you (Ooh, baby, please) (Smurk) V.I.P., I'm off the mud right now My bitch text my phone, "Leave the club right now" Make excuse, the kids need me, I'ma do it right now Quarter ticket for the backend, goin' to court right now They sayin', gotta watch they stories Told me if I lied, then she probably turn to Lori Your friends over there, when I pull up we havin' orgies I don't care if your Finsta page private, don't record me, 'cord me Smurk, Richie my arm I can't fuck a bitch who said some slick shit to Don No cash on me, I just had a scammer get a room Innocent in the club, but she wanna try shrooms (ooh) Uh, I want a cougar Thirsty to leave, I'ma hop in a Uber If you ever heard I fucked your friends, that's a rumor But I- (we ain't leavin' the club right now, fuck) (Ooh, baby, please) Buss it open, show me babe (Ooh, baby, please) Buss it for a real player Bet up on my Rosé and I'm 'bout to leave the section See me in five hours, I left the club with extras Speedin' down that highway, it's lookin' kinda reckless (GloRilla) One hand on that wheel, got one hand on the TECs (on the gang) If I text you "Where you at?", You got ten minutes 'fore you miss out (where you at?) Come home drunk as hell, I'm like "You better have that dick out" (come here) Wet floor sign this pussy, that's a warnin', it might slip out Gettin' backshots from my whoopty-woop, my nigga think I'm still out He dick me down and take my soul, he tryna make me stalk him (phew) Little do he know, after I leave, I'm finna block him Niggas gon' be niggas, who the fuck am I to stop 'em? Ayy, book me for a show, it's forty K for me to rock out on the gang Buss it for a real player Buss, buss it for a real player Buss, buss it for a real player
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