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Ayo, Swizz, I don't think they ready for this [bad word] 
Ayo let me take they [bad word] back to the club real quick.

Get low, Bus! Who be the King of the Sound?
Busta Bus back to just put a lock on a town,
Lot of my [bad word] [bad word] #39; from miles around,
See they be cumin', ‘cause they know how the God get down. Turn it up!
Now you know who holdin' the throne so gimme the crown,
Niggas salutin' and tryna give me a [bad word] on!
I don't really [bad word] with you niggas, you niggas is clown,
Makin' the [bad word] strippin', throw they [bad word] on the ground.
Get low, Bus! Now that's the way that it goes,
When we up in the spot, the [bad word] be flooded with [bad word] on!
See we a make it hot, the chicks [bad word] out their clothes,
That's when you get it, mami already know I suppose, turn it up!
Shorty wildin' and shorty open, she beastin' it out,
For the record, huh, just a second I'm freakin' it [bad word] on!
While she tryna touch, see, I was peepin' it out,
She turned around and was tryna put my [bad word] in her mouth, I let her...

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Get low, Bus! And as we started, got me ringin' her bell, uh-huh,
When [bad word]  I be doin' it, and doin' it well,
Then I beat up the coochie and be makin' it swell,
Tryna hide the smell of the , sprayin' on the Chanel. Turn it up!
Then they try to walk with a [bad word] so no one could tell
How a [bad word] got in they butt, made everything jail.
Now the tickle wild like a nut, she blowin' my [bad word] on!
Can't get enough of the kid, I put her under my spell.
Get low, Bus! It's crowded, mami, move it along, uh-huh,
If you know, you 'bout it, then get to removin' your thong,
To the whip, in back of the [bad word] that's where you belong,
After the Yac, see the type of raunchy [bad word] they be on. Turn it up!
Street niggas respect it, because my movement is [bad word] on!
‘Cause we consistently rappin', see, my money is long,
All my [bad word] is with me, see how they singin' the song,
Plus, how we give you the stick, and we be [bad word] #39; along, I let her...

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Get low, Bus! The God of the black, see that I'm back, uh-huh,
Every single time that I drop, the [bad word] is a wrap, uh-huh,
For the niggas hatin' the kid, I'm close to strap,
‘Cause all these [bad word] [bad word] talk to sit on my lap. Turn it up!
Every time I give you bang [bad word] to knock in your whip,
 [bad word] always do his thing, [bad word] lockin' the [bad word] on!
Lot of mamis is dancin' and they shakin' they hips,
After that they get low and put the thing on their lips, I let 'em...

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