Busta Rhymes - Wait (Remix) lyrics

Violator Remix, Free Remix, Busa Bus Missy Lil Scrappy, Let's go [Lil' Scrappy] Hey Shorty, I like the way you a** it up I'm only whisperin' cause I'm just tryin to f** Ooooh, go' head move that a** Give a G a chance and let me clog the gap in ya pants I can tell you a freak by the way that you dance Yeah, a Triple AAA man I'm-a grown man, you heard me You f**in' with a grown man, hold your legs up baby Scream my name like a fan, Shh, you ain't got nuttin' to say Hol' on lil' baby its o-kay-kay-kay Ahh, some say I'm wrong for f**in a n***a b**h The same n***as that do the same sh** s** my dick quick, gettin' it rich quick Take this good a** thuggin' and help the nice dick I'm icy like Gucci I'm bussin' a Uzi Go on in the p**y, I don't f** wit the booty When I'm in the bed still carry my tool-y Do the Paris Hilton and make a p**no movie I'm groovy, like motherf**in +Austin+ Look at all the D bras and draws as I'm droppin' [Hook] This is the Wait Remix This is the Wait Remix Hey Girl, this is the Wait Remix Cause you couldn't get enough Like B.M.E, B.M.E, B.M.E, B.M.EB.M.E, B.M.E, B.M.E, B.M.E Couldn't get enough, couldn't get enough Couldn't get enough, couldn't get enough Couldn't get enough, couldn't get enough Couldn't get enough, couldn't get enough Yo, Free [Free] Hey, how ya doing little dirty, let me whisper in ya ear Tell ya some sh** you might like to hear Got a nice little p**y and my a** poke out Automatically, I can ride a dick, no doubt I'm known for getting all the haters mad I can go slow, but go crazy fast I give amazing head Backside a lil' softer than a baby's a** Now that's wild soft I'll let a rich n***a hit it on his golf course I got a young dude open, that was my fault I let him see me in my bra and my boy shorts Now for the freaks in here, it's the remix Puttin' it down with the Ying Yang Twinz Last night, I fell in love with an O.G He crept up on me and this was he told me He said [Hook] This is the Wait Remix This is the Wait Remix Hey Girl, this is the Wait Remix Cause you couldn't get enough Like B.M.E, B.M.E, B.M.E, B.M.EB.M.E, B.M.E, B.M.E, B.M.E Couldn't get enough, couldn't get enough Couldn't get enough, couldn't get enough Couldn't get enough, couldn't get enough Couldn't get enough, couldn't get enough Bussa-Bus baby Let me holla at ya, shorty [Busta Rhymes] Before I put my cup on yo a** You lookin' I could park my truck on yo a** Shorty, you should go ahead and clap that sh** With yo' big a** makin' me wanna slap that sh** You know what jump in my ride and let's slide I'm-a beat up the puddy and cook it with a fish filet fry Now it's time to make you open wide Like a diamond, f** like you ain't got no pride I love it hard, I take you and Alana outside f** you off the edge of the bed landslide That's right, the way you freaky I wanna Hang-Glide All on your a**, you tryin' to give me head in my ride Shhh, Wait, chill, shhh, quiet Let me finish tellin' you what's goin on, okay? The way you like to do it, we can f** to the song And I'm-a beat the p**y up, 'til it's time to get gone And before I can end, what I was sayin She was tryin' to put me onto to her friend I told her bring her, I'm warning you I once that said, "Wait 'til the both of you see my dick" [Hook] This is the Wait Remix This is the Wait Remix Hey Girl, this is the Wait Remix Cause you couldn't get enough Like B.M.E, B.M.E, B.M.E, B.M.EB.M.E, B.M.E, B.M.E, B.M.E Couldn't get enough, couldn't get enough Couldn't get enough, couldn't get enough Couldn't get enough, couldn't get enough Couldn't get enough, couldn't get enough [Missy "Misdemeanor" Elliott] When I get up on the track, I'm-a talk a lot a sh** Been a-around the world, I done seen plenty dicks Small ones, medium, grande baby One minute, two minute, no way baby Eat the nookie up, or eat the cookie I put the "Sugar on his tongue", and that a shut 'em up I take my clothes down like it's goin' down, like a show down Show him I can go for 12 rounds on the cold ground Hey n***a, let me slow it down Like a stripper on the pole, I can roll it round Now who that there, wanna tear the nookie up You betta pull out ya cash, and put more than 50 up c'mon Cause this here chick ain't gonna let you beat it up You betta pull out ya cash, and put more than 50 up Wait 'til you taste my.. Wait 'til you taste my.. Wait 'til you taste my.. Wait 'til you taste my.. You gonna love this good stuff!