Lyrics
J-J-J-J-J.R.
Busssst, it, ba-by
Ay, can I please talk to my
Bust it, babies real quick homie?
Let me bring you in my world (Plies, Ne-Yo!)
And let you know what I call my lil' bust it baby
She got me speedin in the fast lane, pedal to the floor mayne
Tryna get back to her love.
Best believe she got that good thang, she my little hood thang
Ask around, they know us, you'll know that's my
(BUSSST, IIIIIIT...) My ba-bay!
Everybody know that my.
(BUSSST, IIIIIIT...) My ba-bay!
Everybody know that's my.
If I wahn't married to the streets, it'd be you
Yo' lips, what make you so cute
Love when you poke yo' mouth out when you mad, too
Save your number in my phone under "Lil' Boo"
Like your sex, but more in love of whatcha do
Turn me on how you stare at me when we through
When you give it to me, I don't wanna turn ya loose
Scared to moan 'round you, so all I can say is "ooh"
My favorite pannies of yours, the ones that see-thru
One wit the pink trim on 'em and they light blue
Speakin for the goons, thank God for makin you
BUST IT BA-BY is what I call you
She got me speedin in the fast lane, pedal to the floor mayne
Tryna get back to her love.
Best believe she got that good thang, she my little hood thang
Ask around, they know us, you'll know that's my
(BUSSST, IIIIIIT...) My ba-bay!
Everybody know that my.
(BUSSST, IIIIIIT...) My ba-bay!
Everybody know that's my.
Yeah yeah, slow down
They say he's an entertainer - (slow down)
You're just one more - (he don't respect you)
He just gon' hurt you - (and neglect you)
Well let 'em say what they wanna (yeah)
I made a promise (yeah) to do you right and I'm gonna (hey)
Girl I'll do everything I can, prove I'm a better man
Than your friends think I am, ohh...
She got me speedin in the fast lane, pedal to the floor mayne
Tryna get back to her love.