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BUSSIN
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BUSSIN adlı parça {albumName} albümünün bir parçası olarak Benjamin tarafından 11 Mart 2026 tarihinde yayınlandıBUSSIN - Single
11 Mart 2026
FirmaBenjamin
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BUSSIN
This yellow thick like mustard.
Her last **** was a buster.
All these Backwoods burn like Usher.
She get it bussin’ like a Gusher.
Ass bouncing give a **** concussions.
Beat it up like rugby.
The way I fold her up and have her pouting,
You would’ve thought that she was Russian.
Ain’t talking geyser, she erupting.
Designer on me when I’m fuckin’.
All in Saks, you know she love me.
In that cup, you know it’s muddy.
Don’t lil-boy me, I ain’t got no budget.
These **** twelve the way they cuffing.
I done fell in love with Tussin.
The way she throw it got me bussin’.
Bend it over, let me touch it.
Every single day and moment,
I’ma get it, no discussion.
Shorty wet just like my diamonds.
If we riding, you know I’m clutching.
Smoking exotic while she sucking.
I’m a big dog, not a puppy.
In too deep, I got her cussing.
In these streets I’m known for hustling.
I’ma stay down till it bubble.
Ass on her look like a bubble.
Ain’t no barber, but I’m lining ya.
Yeah, we outside with the cutters.
First I stack it up, then double.
Skrrt so hard I burned the rubber.
This chop came with a drum, and
This Glock came with a button.
Got the block hot like an oven.
Shake that ass so hard it got me dizzy.
In the spot, don’t use the dishes.
Sipping Wock, but I’ma Trish it.
Control the traffic in the city.
If I drop the price right now,
It’s traffic jams to come get it.
This yellow thick like mustard.
Her last **** was a buster.
All these Backwoods burn like Usher.
She get it bussin’ like a Gusher.
Ass bouncing give a **** concussions.
Beat it up like rugby.
The way I fold her up and have her pouting,
You would’ve thought that she was Russian.
Ain’t talking geyser, she erupting.
Designer on me when I’m fuckin’.
All in Saks, you know she love me.
In that cup, you know it’s muddy.
Don’t lil-boy me, I ain’t got no budget.
These **** twelve the way they cuffing.
I done fell in love with Tussin.
The way she throw it got me bussin’.
Written by: Caleb garner
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