Представляем точный текст композиции "If Its Bumpin" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста Bubba Sparxxx . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «If Its Bumpin» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую Bubba Sparxxx передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
Bubba Sparxxx - "If Its Bumpin"
Lyrics to If Its Bumpin : [Bubba Sparxxx] I drop the verses yall dont deliver Take the chances yall wont consider Got a loyal broad named Betty who know what to do with that chrome I give her Im on the shitter thinkin bout my bank account and how to make it bigger Then I grab the tool and take your jewels and Ima watch this blew the same as Jiggas It aint the liquor Im really sick, smokin Shwag eatin Crystal chicks On a rollercoaster with Bo and Kosha Cant even fuck witchall pencil dicks Aint this some shit' Every time we step inside the club yall 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 its gettin drastic, legend has it I know this mob spell G-A and with no delay theyll let him have it Its just a habit, reppin Athens and LaGrange, its in my veins Im mixin Beam with Coke and ('), and every time its still just the same I tend to aim towards spittin thangs, its classical so masterful When it comes to this here make the shit clear Heard to yall comes natural [Chorus] We make these lames wanna fight, make these bitches wanna fuck Drink Bourbon in a cup, if its bumpin turn it up We gon weave, we gon roll, watch the Franklin faces fold Chasin multi-platinum plaques while yall settlin for dough Drop that liquid on yo tongue, put that reefer in your lungs Close the curtains here we come, boy hush until Im 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 its 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 Yall 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, its 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 Ill get back witcha shawty Most hated by baby daddies for breakin up happy homes When the men is on and she dont say no then that mean she wanna bone So partna dont get me wrong, Im 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 yall 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 Aint payin no bills just stayin real and still be hittin it Im 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 Im tryna let this pimp shit go cause I dont 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 Ima put twenty-five on the them ol fire ass Mercedes Rolls that dont never come round no mo that shit right dere Country-ass Bubba Sparxxx, aint no fuckin around wit G.O. again That put me in this backwoods committee My ace Kosha, Bo Hagin, west central Georgias finest Man Bo, go on snap again [Bo Hagin] Man, Im gon tell it like it is, Im 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 knifell 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, thats how we live All women aint bitches but see most of them is, uhh [Chorus - repeat 2X] [ If Its Bumpin Lyrics ]
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