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Spank Rock - Bump lyrics
Honey, honey see me Behind my Gameboy I got game girl It comes easy Let go your shoulders My popsicle it’s so sweetsie *slam* back that sparks Don’t hesitate And you believe me Ya bitch believe me Bdeded, bdeded Bump, bump-bump, Bump-bump, bump, bump-bump, bump Bump, bump-bump, Bump-bump, bump, bump-bump (Hey there you go, there you go, fine by…) Bump- (Too much rump in the trunk) Bump, bump-bump [It‘s rainin’ it’s pouring, the little girl is snoring] Bump, bump-bump, (Typical) Bump-bump, bump, bump-bump (Rump in the trunk) Bump, bump-bump, (Rump in the trunk) (Typical) (Rump in the trunk) Now mingle shake from every angle Re group the hood Gonna start by the spangle Like Karma Sutra I hit from every angle Free to speak from this place Cos’ your thoughts so tangled What’s that look on you face all miniscule Want me to stand still But your whole crew’s tangled Cut them off shangle Dangle Fuck you Get me? Dadadada Come straight from the hood Gonna keep my music Call it rock/rap/punk confusion It’s too confusin’ I do what I like So what I pop is called it’s called Spank Rock Right from the middle That’s right Spank Rock From the bottom to the middle to the middle to the top The hottest mother fucker in the whole damn block Do my thing and the girls watch Honey, honey see me Behind my Gameboy I got game girl It comes easy Let go your shoulders My popsicle is so sweetsie Slam back that sparks Don’t hesitate And you believe me Ya bitch believe me Bdededed Bump, bump-bump, Bump-bump, bump, bump-bump, bump Bump, bump-bump, bump, bump, bump, bump, bump… Hell you can date me take me down to the bitch’s show (Lets rock) And I’d even let you hold my hand so the whole damn world can know (If you can want my time we can unwind) The real old rock and roll Things get better yet And like it said let me know when you’re ready to go I just be here with my feet up free Rollin’ this weed up Me and my *martini ain't changin We just stayin’ the same man And While you spritzin’ and teasin’ I’ll just catch up on my readin Fresh offa work Button down shirt Bad ass mother fuckin’ cool jerk Honey, honey see me Behind my Gameboy I got game girl It comes easy Let go your shoulders My popsicle it’s so sweetsie Slam back that sparks Don’t hesitate And you believe me Ya bitch believe me Hey yo it’s me and Spank Rock We always poppin’ it hot He gets the ladies in line I got you ridin’ my jock I keep it dirty, not like Fergi Ain’t the Black Eyed Peas This shit ain’t happy I’m trashy, boastful bitch MC My rhymes are painful and fresh My pussy’s tastin’ the best I’m face scratchin’ weave snatchin’ If you’re ready to step Cos’ I’m a throw down kinda bitch I don’t play around See I cut the fuck up And I knock the fuck down Pussy pounders have got my back They all over the place You can’t get it so you sweat it We keep that shit laced Two one five triple eight We never slip it on the beat Can’t help it if we roll We get the players in heat My ghetto girls Take it, take it grab your man up like a thief My ghetto girls Hate it, hate it grab you bitches on a leash My ghetto girls Shake it, shake it break it like a dime piece My ghetto girls Fake it, fake it if that dick ain’t sweet See I roll my Dutch thick I can spit my verse quick Don’t trip on this philly shit We keeping’ it siiiiiick We got the fly by on the hustle and grind And if you get us at the right time You get it from behind In just Chanel pumps And throw my legs up And if you ready you can get it anytime you want I’m the midnight dropper I’m the body rockin’ rocker Workin’ tight all night Yo I’m never getting tired Just a dirty little grin When you digger dig it in *How the bitches think of this* When you stickin’ it in Track your system When we sippin’ Thinkin’ when we dippin’ Like you looks when I be drippin’ Think my shit is straight addictin’ Or in the bathroom break you off in the bed Five squeezin’ puss teasin’ cock Rockin’ you head See I like my ass sassy I keep my man happy Cos’ I ride like Kelly Bunty, yo I keep that shit, nasty. Nasty… Bump, bump-bump Nasty… (Typical) |
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