Lyrics:
Blonde haired baby standing by the road
A pistol in her hand and talking on the phone
Said go to California (go to California)
Go to California
Blond haired baby standing by the road
A pistol in her hand and talking on the phone
Said go to California (go to California)
Go to California
car
The song you never, I'm glad I written
Hidden in my heart, bump it in your car
Not long ago to you, I wouldn't listen
Now I'm driven by my heart, Dy
car
The song you never, I'm glad I written
Hidden in my heart, bump it in your car
Not long ago to you, I wouldn't listen
Now I'm driven by my heart,
Blond haired baby standing by the road
A pistol in her hand and talking on the phone
Said go to California (go to California)
Go to California (go
you faster than you poppin' pill after little pill
Of them tabs of that shit you on, but if you want it, you got it
You'd bump this shit too, if we
poppin' pill after little pill
Of them tabs of that shit you on, but if you want it you got it
You'd bump this shit too, if we ain't diss you on it
back that spark
Don't hesitate
And you believe me
Ya bitch believe me
Bump
Bump (Hey there you go, there you go, fine by...)
Bump (Too much rump
gefickt sind/
und ich gehör wohl dazu, ja/
jetzt such' ich das was mir gut tat, sag danke das du's warst/
dein Blick gibt mir:
Goose-Bumps-Ba-By ja,
the volume up a notch
An' watch the da bump, da bump, make your speakers pop
Check, I walk around the street with the black tech nine
By the waistline,
the bitches and henchman at the dough with them pistols lay it down nigga you know why they came to get you.|Get rich or die tryin, live by the iron, you could
rock'n roll sound
It's the Bump
Do the Bump.
Hey
Hey hideho here we go
Nice and slow.
Hey
Hey hidehi standing by your baby's side.
Hey
Hey hidehe count it
to describe
How I’m feeling inside 'cause it’s like
What’s today’s pandemic or disaster
Who’s the latest black man killed by a cop
Who’s gotta new meme so we
Traf.fuuji
They gone bump this, from Venice to Kyoto
Traf Tanimoto capture lines like tiny GoPro
Strapped up on my hip, the blade i use to split mist
have known better
Haunted by a simple act of attachment
Hatching a bomb in my heart
An atomic reaction
Black smoke to the brain
Packed with a punch
memory
Remember Decembers when eye sockets were more like ember sleeves
Vintage dreams in capsules built by enslaved forbidden screams
Posed by griots, I
and males
Both 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
the volume up a notch
And watch the ba-bump, ba-bump, make your speakers pop
Check, I walk around the street with the black tec nine
By the waistline, kickin'
around you
Round you
You know it's time to
Bump and grind
Bump and grind
Bump and grind
Yay yay yay ayyyy
Baby can we go
From the bed to the flo
We can do
brothers
But instead you wanna see me suffer
Death around the corner
(And imma bump right into em')
(Death around the corner)
Aye, I feel like death round'
swear you're close, I swear you're close
Aye
You make a nigga bump James Blake on a weekday
Moving through the streets like yuh I'm feeling freaky
You
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,
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,
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