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Boody so round she Loco
Hand cuffed her like popo
Bring me ice (She fire)
Big Bum (Multipler)
Big cave,  she be winking on me
I let he ass Bikini

Been a lot of lames 
On that lame ass shit
Quick to run your pockets on some bum ass shit
They all the same 
Talking run that shit
Only thing he

Looked down the street
There stood a creep
If he gets close
I'm giving the smoke
He ain't Freddy, He ain't Jason
Hiya bum bitch, Gotcha in

son
Grab you by neck when I hit from the back like a drum it go bum bum bum bum
Put that shit on your back when Im done I just cant explain it you feel

wit me you can meet your angels
 
How you bums see someone everyday and swear you hate
Being a wannabe being a hater is not a dominant trait
I see you

And smiled at people,
They treated me like a vampire
They use the cross and they went like this by not smiling at me
In Toronto, hey! Hi guys! You know me!

She wanna kick it like kung-fu
Told her to come through
Roll up a blunt too
Call me when she get disgruntled
Her man be tripping she say he a bum too

yo money at you bum bitch
Ask me then you prolly ain't gone find no answers
Hardbody niggas now a days is fucking panzees
Pink nine on dis nigga by his

dressed like a bum
Top 2 and I'm not 2 but I am also not the one
My nigga got knocked like a week ago
Ran up in his crib while he was sleeping yo
Stashed

drum (Drum druuuum)
Om kurukulle hri soham
Om kurukulle hri soham
Peasants be acting like dumb bum bum bums (Dumb bums)
When they gonna wake up, mum mum

mind
Good friends hard to come by, treat 'em right
Don't hold too tight, but don't lose sight
Why do you wanna be rich
Hop off the roof, then sail (Sail)

yum yum yum i come w chicks and flicks u a bum bum bum bum 


Im to raw WWE fuck with me  thats WW3 i got more lines than a dmv dont make call up Ris-ky

hai wahee, par ladkiyan alag
Iss beat pe hard jaise charhi mujhe tharak

Hook:

Bum Bum Bhole
Mere yaar sab bole
Poori poori raat veere hum nahi sote

them all
All white with the platinum brows for when the body be pumping through the mall.
They be stricken by the backside, I’m bout seventy-two inches

Pack yo bags let's go today
Buy some tickets let's get a plane
Buy some tickets let's get a train
Get out the city see some sights
Passing by we see

me
What I want is to belle full me
Oh my! oh my! oh my gawd
She gimme sign make I come, thank God
I cannot pass you by, fine girl
Na there dem dey see

Bottles in the AP I swear I had no funds
Your girl in the AP and she shaking bum bum
And when I'm up in LV I spend me a large sum
You ain't fooling me that

She has legs just like Victoria
Bum, bump, bum, bump, bum, bump, bum, dump

This cat, pussy. This cat, pussy
That, by the way, is a Folgers coffee

Bruises, moonlight, you'll be dead by dawn
Fame is game that I'll not be playing
Get your bag and they all start hating
If you wanna have it, then you gotta

MURDA
Written by: Tamillia Chance, Alain Gervias, Ryan Cyrano Irons

Murda
Ya silly tryna put me up for murda
You wanna find out push a little

my shot like Ronaldo, oh
Deep down, ndotodawo, oh Panoita hondo panoita war
I'll be damned if you leave, oh Shake your bum, bum, dum, dum, di-da-do

a bum

She betta pop for a trick





Broke bitch walk by

Yea I be spazzin

Do a 100 on the dash

And I still keep it classy

Niggas wanna know

About me

sound like a drum
If you think you touchin me Nigga you dumb
Show me a rack Ian beefin wit bums
Boy doin crack I can tell by the gums
I'm bout to blank

nothing but a cheap bum
Ew
Ain't the type of move that we on
Yup
Rocking Chanel Louie v ton
Thanks
Only black cards and visas
Ass clapping to the beat drum