Lyrica Anderson, YG, The Game - Buzzin lyrics
[Lyrica Anderson, YG, The Game - Buzzin lyrics]
You know what I wanna do lyrica, Right now
Oh the way we grindin', got you all excited
B-buzzin', b-buzzin'
You know i'm with it
And I ain't trippin' of the pussy
Cause I already hit it
Next, I tryna fuck one in the crew
And yeah i'm petty
You know how niggas in the circle do
Me and your girlfriend lie about it
Why you cryin' 'bout it act like
You never cheated on a nigga
Yeah, you know I do my shit
It ain't cheatin' if i'm right
Back to you 'bout 6
Yeah, we break up to make up
But I ain't tryna hurt you
If you ain't tryna lose me
Stay in the winner circle
Throw on the snap back
Bring some of your girls through
Put that ass on a nigga and bang it like Piru
Oh the way we grindin', got you all excited
Maybe it's just nothing
Maybe i'm just buzzin' off you
Oh oh oh woah b-buzzin'
Oh oh oh woah, maybe i'm just buzzin' off you
Throw it up, got the whole place goin' up
Now my bitches bae sip
I'm a real one face it
Get a cup, he on me like he want some
Wanna eat it like cake mix, huh
Fuck around let him taste it
Oh, I might leave with you tonight
Just keep on doing all the
Oh the way we grindin', got you all excited
Maybe it's just nothing
Maybe i'm just buzzin' off you
Oh oh oh woah b-buzzin'
Oh oh oh woah, maybe i'm just buzzin' off you
Oh oh oh woah b-buzzin'
Oh oh oh woah, maybe i'm just buzzin' off you
It's YG 4 hunnid me freakin' on you
Eat your pussy put you in that mood
Give you this dick, make you leave you throu
She love's that shit, got yo' ass confused
So i'm in that pussy like a tam-poo
Feel this shit
She wanna get my name tattooed
I'm willing to lick that eat that, oh
Put some ice in my mouth, keep that cool, ooh
Here you throwin' up my shit
Having unprotected sex
I could fuck you on the couch
Fuck you while your standing up
Put your arms wrapped around my neck
Got my t-shirt with Jimmies on
She got a t-shirt and panties on
I'ma take that t-shirt and panties off
Fuck that chit-chat, kitkat, break you off
Get it on
Eat it like cake mix eat it like cake mix
Eat it like cake mix I do, I do
You wanna eat it like cake mix I do, I do
Oh yeah
Oh the way we grindin', got you all excited
Maybe it's just nothing
Maybe i'm just buzzin' off you
Oh oh oh woah b-buzzin'
Oh oh oh woah, maybe i'm just buzzin' off you
Oh oh oh woah b-buzzin'
Oh oh oh woah, maybe i'm just buzzin' off you
Oh the way we grindin', got you all excited
B-buzzin', b-buzzin'
You know i'm with it
And I ain't trippin' of the pussy
Cause I already hit it
Next, I tryna fuck one in the crew
And yeah i'm petty
You know how niggas in the circle do
Me and your girlfriend lie about it
Why you cryin' 'bout it act like
You never cheated on a nigga
Yeah, you know I do my shit
It ain't cheatin' if i'm right
Back to you 'bout 6
Yeah, we break up to make up
But I ain't tryna hurt you
If you ain't tryna lose me
Stay in the winner circle
Throw on the snap back
Bring some of your girls through
Put that ass on a nigga and bang it like Piru
Oh the way we grindin', got you all excited
Maybe it's just nothing
Maybe i'm just buzzin' off you
Oh oh oh woah b-buzzin'
Oh oh oh woah, maybe i'm just buzzin' off you
Throw it up, got the whole place goin' up
Now my bitches bae sip
I'm a real one face it
Get a cup, he on me like he want some
Wanna eat it like cake mix, huh
Fuck around let him taste it
Oh, I might leave with you tonight
Just keep on doing all the
Oh the way we grindin', got you all excited
Maybe it's just nothing
Maybe i'm just buzzin' off you
Oh oh oh woah b-buzzin'
Oh oh oh woah, maybe i'm just buzzin' off you
Oh oh oh woah b-buzzin'
Oh oh oh woah, maybe i'm just buzzin' off you
It's YG 4 hunnid me freakin' on you
Eat your pussy put you in that mood
Give you this dick, make you leave you throu
She love's that shit, got yo' ass confused
So i'm in that pussy like a tam-poo
Feel this shit
She wanna get my name tattooed
I'm willing to lick that eat that, oh
Put some ice in my mouth, keep that cool, ooh
Here you throwin' up my shit
Having unprotected sex
I could fuck you on the couch
Fuck you while your standing up
Put your arms wrapped around my neck
Got my t-shirt with Jimmies on
She got a t-shirt and panties on
I'ma take that t-shirt and panties off
Fuck that chit-chat, kitkat, break you off
Get it on
Eat it like cake mix eat it like cake mix
Eat it like cake mix I do, I do
You wanna eat it like cake mix I do, I do
Oh yeah
Oh the way we grindin', got you all excited
Maybe it's just nothing
Maybe i'm just buzzin' off you
Oh oh oh woah b-buzzin'
Oh oh oh woah, maybe i'm just buzzin' off you
Oh oh oh woah b-buzzin'
Oh oh oh woah, maybe i'm just buzzin' off you