If It's Bumpin' - Bubba Sparxxx Written by：Gerald Hall/Anderson Mathis/Kelvin Seldon/Cedric Leonard 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 f**k 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 spare S p a are 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 bonding 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 We make these lames wanna fight Make these bitches wanna f**k 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 your Step in the club it's on Nevertheless gonna find the somebody I could sip on A seat with a view in the VIP 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 game boy 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 We make these lames wanna fight Make these bitches wanna f**k 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 Cuause it 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 your Whassup f**k 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 404

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