Ayesha Erotica - Bust lyrics

(Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)

Serve 'em fresh, serve 'em hot
Serve 'em to the fullest
I fill 'em up high, I fill 'em up low
None ain't full of bullets
Triple color, no little finger
I'm not a square messing with dimes is like
Playing with you roulette
I heard you want some, come get it
And get that and the kitty, wanna hit it?
And I'm bad 'cause

Why you do it to 'em G? You play too much
Well he ask for a B, so I aim and bust

Bust, Bust, Bust, Bust
Bust, Bust, Bust (Aim and bust)
Bust, Bust, Bust, Bust
Bust, Bust, Bust (Aim and bust)
Bust (Aim and bust, Aim and bust)
Bust (Aim and bust, Aim and bust)
Bust Bust Bust Bust (Aim and bust)
Bust (Aim and bust)

I ain't talking lever, when I tweak the whip
Clap blow at ya mama's with the Ford Clit
I fuck security, so you know I'm strappеd up
When the enеmies come, the club clapped up
AR, in the car, in the parking lot
Stayed away just in case the bloody pop
Lady Murder Team, be my shooters
Phony bitches looking like they
Work at Hooters

Bust, Bust, Bust, Bust
Bust, Bust, Bust (Aim and bust)
Bust, Bust, Bust, Bust
Bust, Bust, Bust (Aim and bust)
Bust (Aim and bust, Aim and bust)
Bust (Aim and bust, Aim and bust)
Bust Bust Bust Bust (Aim and bust)
Bust (Aim and bust)