Buzzin Lyrics - Singles - Lyrica Anderson

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 

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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 

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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