- If It's Bumpin' 歌词 Bubba Sparxxx KOSHA Bo Hagin
- 歌词
- 专辑列表
- 歌手介绍
- Bo Hagin If It's Bumpin' 歌词
- Bubba Sparxxx KOSHA Bo Hagin
- I drop the verses y'all don't deliver
Take the chances y'all won't consider
Got a loyal broad named
BettyWho know what to do with that chrome
I give her
I'm on the ****ter
Thinkin 'bout my bank account
And how to make it bigger
Then I grab the tool and take your jewels
And I'ma watch this blew the same as
Jigga'sIt ain't the liquor
I'm really sick
Smokin' Shwag eatin'
Crystal chicks
On a rollercoaster with
Bo and Kosha
Can't even **** witch'all pencil ****s
Ain't this some ****?
Every time we step inside the club y'all tryna guess
Which one of us gon' snatch your *****
And leave you strokin' all by yourself
Understand this
Bubba Sparxxx,
S P A R triple
XI sprinkle soul in your ***** hole
And put some coal on your nipple and neck
Tell your man, if he flex it's gettin' drastic, legend has it
I know this mob spell
G-A and with no delay they'll let him have it
It's just a habit, reppin
Athens and
LaGrange, it's in my veins
I'm mixin' beam with coke and [Incomprehensible]
And every time it's still just the same
I tend to aim towards spittin thangs, it's classical so masterful
When it comes to this here make the **** clear
Heard to y'all comes natural
We may be lame wanna fight, may be *******' wanna ****
Drink Bourbon in a cup, if it's bumpin' turn it up
We gon' weave, we gon' roll, watch the
Franklin' faces fold
Chasin' multi-platinum plaques while y'all settlin' for dough
Drop that liquid on yo' tongue, put that reefer in your lungs
Close the curtains here we come, boy hush until
I'm doneWe gon' drink, we gon' smoke, keep that floss on they toes
When these broads start some lickin', we just might end up with yours
Step in the club it's on
Nevertheless gonna find the somebody
I could sip on
A seat with a view in the
V.I.P. and got two tight things to grip on
A bag of trees to put my lip on gotta cut it, roll it, light it, pass
And me and
Bubba gettin' crunk in the club
With a tape full of
Bud in a champagne glass
Puttin' it down for the
B C, in the backwoods where we be
Better call a producer when you see me
And get your ass right back in the
GTY'all lame boys, hangin' up lookin' just for a name boy
Goin' upsize with the
GameboyWitcho' mind right go out lookin' for a cane boy, it's a shame boy
You the main one tryna stall right, sold the broads out the game boy
I beat 'em down like chop, chop, chop
Yessuh, cut 'em up and leave 'em alone
On my cell phone they callin', talkin' 'bout '
Kosha baby, call me
Leave your name and your number at the sound of the beep
And I'll get back witcha shawty
Most hated by baby daddies for breakin' up happy homes
When the men is on and she don't say no
Then that mean she wanna bone
So partna don't get me wrong,
I'm just bein
KoshaThat
Southern playa with a stroke that keep 'em wet like a ocean
Yessuh, me and
Bubba get rowdy
And me and
Bubba get bout it
We are violators we annihilate you, no ifs and buts about it
The air up here stay cloudy,
I originate in shot callin'
We stay up in the club y'all look at us
And say, "Damn, them boys be ballin'"
We may be lame wanna fight, may be *******' wanna ****
Drink Bourbon in a cup, if it's bumpin' turn it up
We gon' weave, we gon' roll, watch the
Franklin' faces fold
Chasin' multi-platinum plaques while y'all settlin' for dough
Drop that liquid on yo' tongue, put that reefer in your lungs
Close the curtains here we come, boy hush until
I'm doneWe gon' drink, we gon' smoke, keep that floss on they toes
When these broads start some lickin', we just might end up with yours
Whassup **** *****, man you know who you is
You the ones be payin' hoes and buyin' them gifts
You mad when you find out some other ****** get it
Ain't payin' no bills just stayin' real and still be hittin' it
I'm a old school playa,
I just pay for her dinner
Maybe buy a little liquor,
I spend some talk in the mirror
This the playa from the soul, love to gang up on hoes
I'm tryna let this pimp **** go 'cause
I don't even like it no mo'
See these ****** that
I hang with they just run through these skanks
Talk about 'em over dinner, pass women like dank
Mmm hmm, and
I'ma put twenty-five
On the them ol' fire ass
Mercedes Rolls
That don't never come 'round no mo' that shit right dere
Country-ass
Bubba Sparxxx, ain't no ******' around wit
G O againThat put me in this backwoods committee
My ace Kosha,
Bo Hagin', west central
Georgia's finest
Man Bo, go on snap again
Man, I'm gon' tell it like it is,
I'm gon' sit the rear
I stand true to high live, this a quest for a mil'
It done took a ***** different places, seen plenty of faces
Whatever may have been the cases,
I thank God for
His graces
See my knife'll tell the fakers, kept me spinnin' like breakers
And every day
I play awake a ***** learnin' by haters
See I take a ho, and shake a ho, that's how we live
All women ain't ******* but see most of them is, uhh
We may be lame wanna fight, may be *******' wanna ****
Drink Bourbon in a cup, if it's bumpin' turn it up
We gon' weave, we gon' roll, watch the
Franklin' faces fold
Chasin' multi-platinum plaques while y'all settlin' for dough
Drop that liquid on yo' tongue, put that reefer in your lungs
Close the curtains here we come, boy hush until
I'm doneWe gon' drink, we gon' smoke, keep that floss on they toes
When these broads start some lickin', we just might end up with yours
We may be lame wanna fight, may be *******' wanna ****
Drink Bourbon in a cup, if it's bumpin' turn it up
We gon' weave, we gon' roll, watch the
Franklin' faces fold
Chasin' multi-platinum plaques while y'all settlin' for dough
Drop that liquid on yo' tongue, put that reefer in your lungs
Close the curtains here we come, boy hush until
I'm doneWe gon' drink, we gon' smoke, keep that floss on they toes
When these broads start some lickin', we just might end up with yours
|
|
