Luyện nghe bài hát If It's Bumpin

I the verses y'all don't deliver
Take the chances y'all consider
Got a loyal named Betty
Who what to do with that chrome I give her

I'm on the
'bout my bank account
And how to make it
I grab the tool and take your jewels

And I'ma this blew the same as Jigga's
It the liquor I'm really sick
Smokin' Shwag eatin' Crystal
On a rollercoaster with Bo and

even fuck witch'all pencil dicks
Ain't this shit?
Every time we step inside the club y'all guess
Which one of us gon' snatch bitch

And leave you strokin' all by
Understand Bubba Sparxxx, S P A R triple X
I sprinkle soul in your pussy
And put some coal on your and neck

Tell your man, if he flex it's gettin' drastic, has it
I know this mob spell G-A and no delay they'll let him have it
It's just a habit, reppin Athens and LaGrange, in my veins
I'm mixin' with coke and [Incomprehensible]

And every time it's still just the
I tend to aim towards thangs, it's classical so masterful
When it comes to this here make the shit
Heard to y'all comes

We may be lame wanna fight, may be bitchin' fuck
Drink Bourbon in a cup, if it's turn it up
We gon' weave, we gon' roll, watch the Franklin' fold
Chasin' multi-platinum plaques while settlin' for dough

Drop that on yo' tongue, put that reefer in your lungs
Close the curtains here we come, boy hush until I'm
We gon' drink, we gon' smoke, keep floss on they toes
When these broads start some lickin', we just might end up yours

Step in the it's on
Nevertheless gonna the somebody I could sip on
A seat 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,

And me and Bubba gettin' crunk in the
With a tape full of Bud in a champagne
it down for the B C, in the backwoods where we be
Better call a when you see me

And get ass right back in the GT
Y'all lame boys, hangin' up lookin' for a name boy
upsize with the Gameboy
Witcho' mind right go out lookin' for a cane boy, it's a boy

You the main one stall right, sold the broads out the game boy
I beat 'em like chop, chop, chop
Yessuh, cut 'em up and 'em alone
On my cell phone they callin', talkin' 'bout 'Kosha baby, me

Leave name and your number at the sound of the beep
And I'll get witcha shawty
Most hated by baby daddies for up happy homes
the men is on and she don't say no
Then mean she wanna bone

So partna don't get me wrong, I'm just Kosha
That Southern playa with a stroke keep 'em wet like a ocean
Yessuh, me and get rowdy
And me and Bubba get it

We are we annihilate you, no ifs and buts about it
The air up stay cloudy, I originate in shot callin'
We up in the club y'all look at us
And say, "Damn, them be ballin'"

We may be lame fight, may be bitchin' wanna fuck
Drink Bourbon in a cup, if it's turn it up
We gon' weave, we gon' roll, the Franklin' faces fold
Chasin' multi-platinum plaques while settlin' for dough

Drop that liquid on yo' tongue, put reefer in your lungs
Close the curtains here we come, boy hush I'm done
We gon' drink, we gon' smoke, that floss on they toes
When these broads some lickin', we just might end up with yours

fuck nigga, man you know who you is
You the ones be hoes and buyin' them gifts
You mad when you find out other niggaz get it
payin' no bills just stayin' real and still be hittin' it
I'm a old playa, I just pay for her dinner

Maybe buy a little liquor, I some talk in the mirror
This the playa the soul, love to gang up on hoes
I'm tryna let this pimp shit go 'cause I even like it no mo'
See these that I hang with they just run through these skanks
Talk about 'em dinner, pass women like dank

Mmm hmm, and I'ma put
On the them ol' fire ass Rolls
That don't never 'round no mo' that shit right dere
Country-ass Bubba Sparxxx, ain't no fuckin' around wit G O
That put me in this backwoods
My ace Kosha, Bo Hagin', west central Georgia's
Man Bo, go on again

Man, I'm tell it like it is, I'm gon' sit the rear
I stand true to high live, a quest for a mil'
It took a nigga different places, seen plenty of faces
Whatever may have been the cases, I thank God for His

See my tell the fakers, kept me spinnin' like breakers
And every day I play awake a learnin' by haters
See I a ho, and shake a ho, that's how we live
All ain't bitches but see most of them is, uhh

We may be lame fight, may be bitchin' wanna fuck
Drink in a cup, if it's bumpin' turn it up
We weave, we gon' roll, watch the Franklin' faces fold
Chasin' multi-platinum while y'all settlin' for dough

Drop that liquid on yo' tongue, put that reefer in your
Close the curtains here we come, boy until I'm done
We gon' drink, we gon' smoke, keep floss on they toes
these broads start some lickin', we just might end up with yours

We may be lame wanna fight, may be wanna fuck
Drink in a cup, if it's bumpin' turn it up
We weave, we gon' roll, watch the Franklin' faces fold
Chasin' multi-platinum while y'all settlin' for dough

Drop that liquid on yo' tongue, put that reefer in your
Close the curtains we come, boy hush until I'm done
We gon' drink, we smoke, keep that floss on they toes
When these broads some lickin', we just might end up with yours