Lyrics:
bitty
She go up and down, make the pussy splash with it
Tell her to shake da bum bum bum for a real nigga
If she call you while I'm fuckin', she can't
with me I'ma give you the world
Young nigga is shining I don't gotta flex girl I ain't a bum girl I ain't yo' ex
If you fucking with me you gon' fuck
Real eyes
Sin between them thighs
Read about you
Wondered why
Fin on ten
When you walk by
Finna rub it out
Thugging love
Make it spout
But that's
Lemme hear that booty go like rum bum bum bum
Shake it like you had a fucking pair of pom poms
Lean and then she wobble in this motherfucking club
Like
Bubblegum
Written & Produced by
Maynard Keith Batiste Jr
Bubblegum x4
Finish Him
He want that Bubblegum
Want that licky licky
Yea he call it
goated,I throw a bag at bro
He finna get sum shit done
From the slums, so they think Im Dumb
But I cant argue wit these bums
Pop Smoke, I gotta get
In a cell, but am I the one that's been chained?
Free in my mind, but ashamed. We do our own time, life slithers by, we're our wardens.
Burn, let
Pretty little Sally sat up by the tree trunk
White miniskirt with a Betty Boom bum
She had a ass like Deborah Cox, face like Lauryn
Waist like
Dubu dubu dubu daj
Basu dubu basu daj
Dubu daj by zadub'ować cały ten kraj
Dubu dubu dubu daj
Basu dubu basu daj
Dubu daj by zadub'ować cały ten kraj
fuck you światu
Bum bum szukam sensu szukam spokoju
By zagłuszyć nadwrażliwość w sercu
Tysiące wersów ich setki zeszyty płyty
Teraz moda na wersy pisane
around
My mind has no bound
Half moon in the clouds
All doomed by my doubts
When I walk around
My mind has no bound
Half moon in the clouds
All doomed by
Go wale mommy
Go low
Go low mba
I need you by me
So low go low one time
Go wale mommy
Go low
Go low mba
I need you by me
So low go low one time
Idk
Johnny Ryall is the bum on my stoop
I gave him fifty cents to buy some soup
He knows the time with the fresh Gucci watch
He's even more over than
double O
Got that hundred bill flow
Yea it's me though, Problem, chachi
Pick a name ho girlfriend straight
Better have her on a rainbow
By the time I'm
Wendal, that's his name.
No one ever knew his name 'cause he's a no one.
Never thought twice about spending on a ole bum,
Until I had the chance
And before sound scan, I'm ate by the streets
You, you real funny to me
Like a drag queen with heels and a head full of weave
Talkin' about Ki's, that you
Nigga, you need to git up, git out and git something
Don't let the days of your life pass by
You need to git up, git out and git something
Don't
yeah,
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
And if I were a daisy,
Sy sy sy sy sy
Would you still be my baby?
By by by by by
I would pull all my petals
Nigga, you need to git up, git out and git something
Don't let the days of your life pass by
You need to git up, git out and git something
Don't
Maryanne, who's that man?
There's one thing that you should understand
You know many things that go unsaid
By the way one earns his daily bread.
He's
time to go
I pray the Lord hold me (You can be touched)
I was born in the city that never sleeps
Schooled by the realest of the real niggas
That
time to go
I pray the Lord hold me (You can be touched)
I was born in the city that never sleeps
Schooled by the realest of the real n****s
That
You'se will have the double juice duck, then I doubled up
To the double four, puddles pour from ya bum bot
Open swords can't be cured by the blood clot
and a player
Sometimes I bum hip-hop,the other times slayer
You don't like it
Well stay out of my fucking way
Duck for the gunshot and watch to the ricochet
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