If It's Bumpin' - Album Version (Explicit) Lyrics
| Song | If It's Bumpin' - Album Version (Explicit) |
| Artist | Bubba Sparxxx |
| Artist | Bo Hagin |
| Artist | Kosha |
| Album | Dark Days, Bright Nights |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Leonard, Mathis, Seldon | |
| I drop the verses y'all don't deliver | |
| Take the chances y'all won't consider | |
| Got a loyal broad named | |
| BettyWho 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'sIt ain't the liquor | |
| I'm really sick | |
| Smokin' Shwag eatin' | |
| Crystal chicks | |
| On a rollercoaster with | |
| Bo and Kosha | |
| Can't even **** 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 | |
| XI 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 [Incomprehensible] | |
| 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 may be lame wanna fight, may be bitchin' wanna **** | |
| 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 doneWe gon' drink, we gon' smoke, keep that floss on they toes | |
| When these broads start some lickin', we just might end up with yours | |
| 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 | |
| GTY'all lame boys, hangin' up lookin' just for a name boy | |
| Goin' upsize with the | |
| GameboyWitcho' 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 | |
| KoshaThat | |
| Southern playa with a stroke that keep 'em wet like a ocean | |
| Yessuh, me and | |
| Bubba get rowdy | |
| And me and | |
| Bubba get bout it | |
| We are violators we annihilate you, no ifs and buts about it | |
| The air up here stay cloudy, | |
| I originate in shot callin' | |
| We stay up in the club y'all look at us | |
| And say, "Damn, them boys be ballin'" | |
| We may be lame wanna fight, may be bitchin' wanna **** | |
| 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 doneWe gon' drink, we gon' smoke, keep that floss on they toes | |
| When these broads start some lickin', we just might end up with yours | |
| Whassup **** nigga, man you know who you is | |
| You the ones be payin' hoes and buyin' them gifts | |
| 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 | |
| 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 ****in' around wit | |
| G O againThat put me in this backwoods committee | |
| My ace Kosha, | |
| Bo Hagin', west central | |
| Georgia's finest | |
| Man Bo, go on snap again | |
| 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 | |
| We may be lame wanna fight, may be bitchin' wanna **** | |
| 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 doneWe gon' drink, we gon' smoke, keep that floss on they toes | |
| When these broads start some lickin', we just might end up with yours | |
| We may be lame wanna fight, may be bitchin' wanna **** | |
| 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 doneWe gon' drink, we gon' smoke, keep that floss on they toes | |
| When these broads start some lickin', we just might end up with yours |
| zuo qu : Leonard, Mathis, Seldon | |
| I drop the verses y' all don' t deliver | |
| Take the chances y' all won' t consider | |
| Got a loyal broad named | |
| BettyWho 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' sIt ain' t the liquor | |
| I' m really sick | |
| Smokin' Shwag eatin' | |
| Crystal chicks | |
| On a rollercoaster with | |
| Bo and Kosha | |
| Can' t even 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 | |
| XI 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 | |
| GA 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 Incomprehensible | |
| 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 may be lame wanna fight, may be bitchin' wanna | |
| Drink Bourbon in a cup, if it' s bumpin' turn it up | |
| We gon' weave, we gon' roll, watch the | |
| Franklin' faces fold | |
| Chasin' multiplatinum 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 doneWe gon' drink, we gon' smoke, keep that floss on they toes | |
| When these broads start some lickin', we just might end up with yours | |
| 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 | |
| GTY' all lame boys, hangin' up lookin' just for a name boy | |
| Goin' upsize with the | |
| GameboyWitcho' 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 | |
| KoshaThat | |
| Southern playa with a stroke that keep ' em wet like a ocean | |
| Yessuh, me and | |
| Bubba get rowdy | |
| And me and | |
| Bubba get bout it | |
| We are violators we annihilate you, no ifs and buts about it | |
| The air up here stay cloudy, | |
| I originate in shot callin' | |
| We stay up in the club y' all look at us | |
| And say, " Damn, them boys be ballin'" | |
| We may be lame wanna fight, may be bitchin' wanna | |
| Drink Bourbon in a cup, if it' s bumpin' turn it up | |
| We gon' weave, we gon' roll, watch the | |
| Franklin' faces fold | |
| Chasin' multiplatinum 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 doneWe gon' drink, we gon' smoke, keep that floss on they toes | |
| When these broads start some lickin', we just might end up with yours | |
| Whassup nigga, man you know who you is | |
| You the ones be payin' hoes and buyin' them gifts | |
| 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 | |
| Mmm hmm, and | |
| I' ma put twentyfive | |
| On the them ol' fire ass | |
| Mercedes Rolls | |
| That don' t never come ' round no mo' that shit right dere | |
| Countryass | |
| Bubba Sparxxx, ain' t no in' around wit | |
| G O againThat put me in this backwoods committee | |
| My ace Kosha, | |
| Bo Hagin', west central | |
| Georgia' s finest | |
| Man Bo, go on snap again | |
| 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 | |
| We may be lame wanna fight, may be bitchin' wanna | |
| Drink Bourbon in a cup, if it' s bumpin' turn it up | |
| We gon' weave, we gon' roll, watch the | |
| Franklin' faces fold | |
| Chasin' multiplatinum 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 doneWe gon' drink, we gon' smoke, keep that floss on they toes | |
| When these broads start some lickin', we just might end up with yours | |
| We may be lame wanna fight, may be bitchin' wanna | |
| Drink Bourbon in a cup, if it' s bumpin' turn it up | |
| We gon' weave, we gon' roll, watch the | |
| Franklin' faces fold | |
| Chasin' multiplatinum 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 doneWe gon' drink, we gon' smoke, keep that floss on they toes | |
| When these broads start some lickin', we just might end up with yours |
| zuò qǔ : Leonard, Mathis, Seldon | |
| I drop the verses y' all don' t deliver | |
| Take the chances y' all won' t consider | |
| Got a loyal broad named | |
| BettyWho 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' sIt ain' t the liquor | |
| I' m really sick | |
| Smokin' Shwag eatin' | |
| Crystal chicks | |
| On a rollercoaster with | |
| Bo and Kosha | |
| Can' t even 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 | |
| XI 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 | |
| GA 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 Incomprehensible | |
| 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 may be lame wanna fight, may be bitchin' wanna | |
| Drink Bourbon in a cup, if it' s bumpin' turn it up | |
| We gon' weave, we gon' roll, watch the | |
| Franklin' faces fold | |
| Chasin' multiplatinum 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 doneWe gon' drink, we gon' smoke, keep that floss on they toes | |
| When these broads start some lickin', we just might end up with yours | |
| 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 | |
| GTY' all lame boys, hangin' up lookin' just for a name boy | |
| Goin' upsize with the | |
| GameboyWitcho' 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 | |
| KoshaThat | |
| Southern playa with a stroke that keep ' em wet like a ocean | |
| Yessuh, me and | |
| Bubba get rowdy | |
| And me and | |
| Bubba get bout it | |
| We are violators we annihilate you, no ifs and buts about it | |
| The air up here stay cloudy, | |
| I originate in shot callin' | |
| We stay up in the club y' all look at us | |
| And say, " Damn, them boys be ballin'" | |
| We may be lame wanna fight, may be bitchin' wanna | |
| Drink Bourbon in a cup, if it' s bumpin' turn it up | |
| We gon' weave, we gon' roll, watch the | |
| Franklin' faces fold | |
| Chasin' multiplatinum 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 doneWe gon' drink, we gon' smoke, keep that floss on they toes | |
| When these broads start some lickin', we just might end up with yours | |
| Whassup nigga, man you know who you is | |
| You the ones be payin' hoes and buyin' them gifts | |
| 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 | |
| Mmm hmm, and | |
| I' ma put twentyfive | |
| On the them ol' fire ass | |
| Mercedes Rolls | |
| That don' t never come ' round no mo' that shit right dere | |
| Countryass | |
| Bubba Sparxxx, ain' t no in' around wit | |
| G O againThat put me in this backwoods committee | |
| My ace Kosha, | |
| Bo Hagin', west central | |
| Georgia' s finest | |
| Man Bo, go on snap again | |
| 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 | |
| We may be lame wanna fight, may be bitchin' wanna | |
| Drink Bourbon in a cup, if it' s bumpin' turn it up | |
| We gon' weave, we gon' roll, watch the | |
| Franklin' faces fold | |
| Chasin' multiplatinum 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 doneWe gon' drink, we gon' smoke, keep that floss on they toes | |
| When these broads start some lickin', we just might end up with yours | |
| We may be lame wanna fight, may be bitchin' wanna | |
| Drink Bourbon in a cup, if it' s bumpin' turn it up | |
| We gon' weave, we gon' roll, watch the | |
| Franklin' faces fold | |
| Chasin' multiplatinum 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 doneWe gon' drink, we gon' smoke, keep that floss on they toes | |
| When these broads start some lickin', we just might end up with yours |
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