Lyrics:
Money hungry nigga
Hit her, hit her with that pump action (uh)
Pump action (uh) pump action (uh) pump action
Hit her with that pump action (uh)
Pump
Let it pump, pump, pump, pump
Lost in the middle, the dance floor
Jump from the sky, all platform
Lights feel like fire, let it pump tires,
Let it pump
and thunder
I'll fill you up-up (if you wanna get some)
I'll pump you up-up ('cause I got the premium)
I'll fill you up-up, pump you up-up
'Till
ak's motherfuckers...
I got them bananas boy...
Full service at the pump
Loaded Donald in the trunk
I'm clocked in like Donald Duck
Come and work
on down the road
Come back real soon to his two pump Texaco
He's heard about those big city
Shop 'n' go stations
With twenty automated self service
the smell of gasoline
As he was toppin' off her tank she said, "How far to Abilene?"
He sees 'em come
He sees 'em go
From the island of his
Two pump
you're ready
My love won't let you down
And if you come my way
I'll be at your service
And so ride with me, until the wheels fall off
So I can be all
Everybody know I'm next
Hundred thousand on my neck (Know I'm sayin'? The flex way)
I be runnin' up a check
(Lil Pump)
I be fuckin' on your ex
(Metro Boomin want some more, nigga) hey
Automatic (auto), automatics (yeah), in the trunk
Shoot the maggots, shoot the maggots with the pump
scared to fly
Automatic Mossberg who want a
Piece of this pump i'll have Ja Rule buried
In some high heel pumps
Vest up in the bulletproof man fuck that
is not a show I'm good at hiding my pain like a curtain
Know some shooters pop out on yo' block with problems like curb service
Stop and get pack
Do it like this
Do it like that
Do it for the ride, don't do it for the cash
Do it like this
Do it like that
Old school, yo pump that neck
sir dunk
We here pump, pump
Ya’ll know what’s up
We here to boss up
Moving on up, penthouse east side
Courtside, tickets both service all night
Don’t
the cradle will rock
I'm like the peacock on N-B-C, nothin' but cock
I pump, pump pump it up yo, like a Reebok
Hey, I don't sell junk, but I'm a Junkyard
the middle of a po-dunk county with the one pump
Everybody knows somebody girl I can't run
Going downtown now that we're done feels a lot
Like the one stop
the Sunday Service
These days getting harder
Still I never lost the focus
Hold it down, just hold it down, just hold it down
Hold it down, just hold it down,
I'll wet that ass nigga
My vessel pump liquor
I'm a special ass nigga
No frontin' I'm in front of these extra last niggas
I'm a extra bad nigga I'm
Pump it out loud
Hook it up, hook it up
Tow Truck
It's the beginning of a new and an excitedly different story
Hook it up, hook it up
Tow Truck
spill
I'm Nelly wit' them hollows
'round here I let a 'Tip Drill'
Headshot, your funeral won't exist still
He got dropped wit' no service
Dickhead, now
the phone
Uh-uh, leave that roof service book alone
Don't ask me, for food, I ain't ask you
Cut through the bullshit, you can just pass the pool
And ya fat
upon a tidy sound circuit
slightly foul Gershwin
with a bed of nails and drumlust plus disgusted service
workin in shifts opposite the asbestos brain
You did not belong there, There at the corner lot
Where Central crosses Main Street, The ideal service station spot
Where the gas pumps stood like
everyday living.
Sitting back not working and he splurging when he spending.
Only one that’s there when you get into some trouble
Is the long nosed pump. Yea
and pump the gas
Duffle bags full of cash
(Need the cash)
(Roll it up and pump the gas)
(Roll it up and pump the gas)
(Duffle bags full of cash)
I've been
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