Lyrics:
that I bump bump bump
Ladies down from state to state
'cause like y'all dogs, we operate
And when the bass of his glip
Well, ya must be in tune to hear
memory
Remember Decembers when eye sockets were more like ember sleeves
Vintage dreams in capsules built by enslaved forbidden screams
Posed by griots, I
for ya guy best be looking in the sky
If I'm on the track then it's a wrap
Always been the realest always kept the shit a stack
I been working hard just
headed all for the disco
The D.J. plays your favorite blasts
Takes you back to the past, music's magic (poof)
Bump bump bump get bump with some flash,
It's Bump I'm rowdy I'm wild
I'm crazy I'm sick I talk slick
Name brand bitches all on my dick
I don't trip I meet bitches in this
Game that got pretty
Zone out, with Sean Combs and bizzy-bone out (I see you in the club)
And by one, I'm gettin' thrown out
Mami, got her toes out, ain't one army can
for they self
The field real won't help gotta look out for ya self
That's I why I ride by myself
Ride by myself
Ride by myself
I'm riding by myself
I
a thorn in my side, Remember when we
Was ride or die just thankful I'm here
Praying to the Lord, I wasn't the one, crucified
Bled out from hatred and lies.
Gator bump, they ain't swag, though
Backburner full of fine hoes
Swag journies to the condo
Couple milli' off a ride, woah
That boy Cass'
find ya (yeah)
Need I remind ya?
Need me a rider
Did shit I ain't proud of
In the streets can't find love
Need me a rider (ride, ride, ride, yeah,
leavin' ya stung
I got my own crew called the Nasal Tongue
Yo, take a few of these B-boys and call me in the mornin' (okay)
Keep it on the crusty eye,
leavin' ya stung
I got my own crew called the Nasal Tongue
Yo, take a few of these B-boys and call me in the mornin' (okay)
Keep it on the crusty eye,
headed all for the disco
The D.J. plays your favorite blasts
Takes you back to the past, music's magic (poof)
Bump bump bump get bump with some flash,
headed all for the disco
The D.J. plays your favorite blasts
Takes you back to the past, music's magic (poof)
Bump bump bump get bump with some flash,
arch up top quality
I need you now I need your backside
I’ll take ya down the she go night night
I’m mr right you know the vi vibes
Shawty slide by
The streets is gon' love it, you're surely gon' bump it
In the privacy of home, or rollin' out in public
I'ma give you all or nothing, and all that you can
of thought I got nicer
Talking about Heiser
I'm an old dog and old dog's get wiser
Caught up in the game, got ya thinking while your doing this
You never
Always on the grind, always down to ride
Bump bump kick till the wheels fall off
Nothin' on my mind, skatin' till I die
Bump bump kick till
round and round, upside down
C'mon, yo, throw your hands c'mon
Bitch grab your tits c'mon
Let me know you in the spot
Bump your fists, c'mon
Thugs
round and round, upside down
C'mon, yo, throw your hands c'mon
Bitch grab your tits c'mon
Let me know you in the spot
Bump your fists, c'mon
Thugs
to the men's room little girl, can you tell me?)
We're going to raise Atlantis to the top
(my goodness...)
With the bump and the bop
( (-?????-) in
I wake up in the morning, I’m on it we move
Focused on my journey, gotta make the move
Moving like a force gotta ride the wave
Riding up, up I make
And what you don't have now
Trying to hate on me with a glass dick in your mouth
Used to represent in Cleveland black trucks with the bumps
Drive through
ya ah go missing
Uh, I press the button on the back of this gun
Everybody get in push-up position
I hop out, bump down, bare face
Nigga, I'mma
Discuss these bump in ya ride by potluck Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In