If It's Bumpin'(Album Version (Explicit)) feat. Kosha,Bo Hagin

If It's Bumpin'(Album Version (Explicit)) feat. Kosha,Bo Hagi

Track by Bubba Sparxxx


作詞:Gerald Hall/Anderson Mathis/Kelvin Seldon/Cedric Leonard

作曲:Gerald Hall/Anderson Mathis/Kelvin Seldon/Cedric Leonard

[Bubba Sparxxx] I drop the verses y'all don't deliver Take the chances y'all won't consider Got a loyal broad named Betty who Know what to do with that chrome I give her I'm on the shitter 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's It ain't the liquor I'm really sick, smokin Shwag eatin Crystal chicks On a rollercoaster with Bo and Kosha Can't even fuck witch'all pencil dicks Ain't this some shit? Every time we step inside the club y'all tryna guess Which one of us gon' snatch your bitch And leave you strokin all by yourself Understand this Bubba Sparxxx, S-P-A-R-triple X I sprinkle soul in your pussy 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 (?), 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 shit clear Heard to y'all comes natural [Chorus] We make these lames wanna fight, make these bitches wanna fuck 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 done We gon' drink, we gon' smoke, keep that floss on they toes When these broads start some lickin, we just might end up with yours [Kosha] 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 GT Y'all lame boys, hangin up lookin just for a name boy Goin upsize with the Gameboy Witcho' 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 Kosha That Southern playa with a stroke that keep 'em wet like a ocean Yessuh, me and Bubba get rowdy (rowdy) And me and Bubba get bout it (bout it) We are violators we annihilate you, no ifs ands buts about it The air up here stay cloudy, I originate in shotcallin We stay up in the club y'all look at us And say, "Damn, them boys be ballin" [Chorus] [Bo Hagin] Whassup fuck nigga, man you know who you is (you know) You the ones be payin hoes and buyin them gifts (trick ass) You mad when you find out some other niggaz 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 shit go cause I don't even like it no mo' See these niggaz that I hang with they just run through these skanks Talk about 'em over dinner, pass women like dank [Interlude: Bubba] 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 fuckin around wit G.O. again That put me in this backwoods committee My ace Kosha, Bo Hagin, west central Georgia's finest Man Bo, go on snap again [Bo Hagin] 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 nigga 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 nigga learnin by haters See I take a ho, and shake a ho, that's how we live All women ain't bitches but see most of them is, uhh [Chorus - repeat 2X]

Get App