Lyrics:
french-braided right by my feet
Now on a accident pussy sells,
you see how heavy traffic gets pussy sells
Nigga you lookin foe yo ho main pussy sells
But you
They looking for your lovin it done make you cry
Watchya gonna do wanted by everyone
Feeling the destruction of the love bomb
Your a love bomb
But I
hands
Hydrogen bomb, new signs of doom
Thermo-nuclear, neutron bomb too
You say these devices must never be used
I say you're mistaken, let's get
time-bomb
It's about to explode under me
Now off on a new day, alone in her own way
A young girl waits by the phone
Longin' for daddy, she's missin' him
(Aye Tleck, turn me up)
Traek-999, Traek-999
Traek-999
I feel like they don't understand me
Not even my family
Its still a smile on my face
Even
Yeah yeah i'm back in the stu you know what i'm saying
Shoutout Zell gang
Rockstar lifestyle yeah just like Ozzy Oz
Took a break off percs i couldn't
to the booty to the top
She is the Bomb
Man I seen lot of women but I'm telling you she is the bomb
When she walking with that big booty jiggling, she is
fear me for the mind
Greenwood, Archer, Pine
Bleeding by design
Incendiary bomb baby
Yeah
I'm the bomb baby
I'm the bomb baby
Really now?
Ain't too
that boy knows what to do
He's so shy
You just might wait forever if you wait for him
And love could pass you by
You may never have a chance like this
life flashed before my eyes
Bombs over Broadway, fire in the sky
Baby, your love is a crime
Danger by day, but you're evil in the night
Danger by day,
Just clean my fancy car
Picked up my fancy clothes
And we only in the hot spot,
No, we got the bomb,
We got the bomb
This is Byrd gang money,
This is
Yeah I'm a ten
Give you a taste of what you had before
I'm a post this picture make you wish I was yours
Pose for the camera flick yeah
Bomb ass
a quarterback
Yeah (yeah)
Throw it like 12 (yeah), just so you know we don't fuck with 12 (fuck with 12)
Not in this bitch by myself, but I'm by myself (by
buryin' my thug passion
I heard it's the bomb
And you got it goin' on
Give me some of your thug passion, baby (thug passion)
You got me drippin' wet
Killed by a roadside bomb
But the war rages on
Lost in their own way,
You've been killed today
Then they will rise up, they will tell them, your family
french-braided right by my feet
Now on a accident pussy sells,
you see how heavy traffic gets pussy sells
Nigga you lookin foe yo ho main pussy sells
But you
the real clinton was president
We'd be one funky establishment
One nation under a groove
Forever down
Forever cool
Political Bomb
Do you believe in Farakan
the real clinton was president
We'd be one funky establishment
One nation under a groove
Forever down
Forever cool
Political Bomb
Do you believe in Farakan
the real clinton was president
We'd be one funky establishment
One nation under a groove
Forever down
Forever cool
Political Bomb
Do you believe in Farakan
kick 'em all day
And my motto, make Biggie Smalls pay
I make it ruff enough
You and Puffy crawl away
First to bomb
Right out the gate nigga fuck your
bombs in the Bay
Nigga, you ain't safe, I (I) run with niggas like O-Dog
All we do is ball (ball), all we do is ball (ball), now I'm passed out
Lean in
Bomb ass pussy
Bomb, oh, you got that bomb, know you got it
Bomb, oh, you got some bomb-ass pussy
Bomb, I know you got that bomb, bomb pussy
She said,"I need it. I'm feindin"
I said, "no, you should be leaving. You tweakin. You should know the game"
You should know the game by now
She
an empathy bomb, man
You'd be swinging by now
You'd be lucky if they crumpled your crown, man
And you would know by now
Hey la la la hey
Hey la la la hey
Hey
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