Lyrica Anderson – Buzzin lyrics

[Intro]
You know what I wanna do
Lyrica, Right now
Oh the way we grindin', got you all excited
B-buzzin', b-buzzin'

[Verse 1: The Game]
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

[Chorus: Lyrica Anderson]
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

[Verse 2: Lyrica Anderson]
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 [?]

[Chorus: Lyrica Anderson]
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

[Verse 3: YG]
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

[Bridge: Lyrica Anderson]
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

[Chorus: Lyrica Anderson]
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