Lyrics:
Gotta have room to breathe
I want love, huh!
Whole lotta love, tons!
Give me love
Our love
Well let's pump her, pump her
Strike it rich what you're
nigga?)
Have it your motherfucking way
(Well what' up?)
That's what's up, nigga
Pump, pump, pump, pump, pump, pump
Pump, pump
Pump, pump
Let
nigga?)
Have it your motherfucking way
(Well what's up?)
That's what's up, nigga
Pump pump, pump pump, pump pump
Pump, pump
Pump, pump
Let
(Rap)Let's dig it from the bottom of the rock
Engine running flashing over the spot
For a minute I thought we'll gonna pump it back
With a six pack
we’ll fucking pump pump
This is for the cunt that’s at the back yeah
Go grab that guy we’ll fucking pump pump
This is for the cunt that’s talking shit
and mine
The Spirit of the Tiger brings our victory in sight
This is the finale so we've gotta get it right
Fired up like that meteor
We'll pump
that I smoked on, streets that I wrecked on
Methodist church bells and Mexican restaurants
We'll pump gas before we pay for it
On some backroad,
head over to my place
(I mean no harm)
(I've got no ill intent)
If your heart goes weak
We'll pump your blood ourselves
Take your breaths
I leave no
we'll, double pump will be back
If I bought everything with all my vbucks
I can't refund it all cuz epic games is very trash
This game makes me so mad,
Well, she treat me like a personal Jesus
Got the hand put to rest, gonna heal you, uh
Got the finger, put it right there on the trigger, well
Pump
Problem
Tell 'em
Machete gang
Ask no question
Suicidal to the death
Don't fuck around, we'll pump some shot up in your chest
We don't walk
sewer smoke
It's all shifty, I got all of my dogs with me
And they all rich, and still all of their palms itchy
We'll pump, rumble over birds jungle
accent
well he pumps iron
and his name is byron
when he comes up to me I can tell heæ?
¯ inspirin prepare for a beatin I started
breathin
now Iæ?¦
C-O-N-C-E-P-T
Pump
Pump pump it up
Pump pump pump pump it up
Let me hear ya say
Pump
Pump pump it up
Pump pump pump pump it up
Let me hear ya say
Cardinal Spellman's god
MacNamara will be the next in line
Then we'll pump some LSD
Into Jackie Kennedy
And we'll make her fuck the workers overtime
like sewer smoke
It's all shifty, I got all-a my dogs wit' me
And they all rich, and still all-a they palms itchy
We'll pump, rumble over birds jungle
With empty shelves within the store
Hi to my friends
This is another line
All of you stand in line
Waiting for some ***** to pump
Well I'm gonna be your
okay well meet me by the lake
My love
Your body good well I just want the face
My love
You said you'd fall in love well pump the brakes
My love
You said
Well, I pump a lotta gas
And I shot a lotta speed
Well, I bummed a lotta dimes
But they ain't nothin' that I need
'Cause I'm a bum
Well, I'm a bum,
Well you pump up the fame thriller zombies
With a face like a caine sniffing prom queen
And the ocean and rain forests concrete
And the motion replays
soul narration
My blood circulation not getting too well
Pumped, pump, pump up the track
I fucked my life now I'm wanting it back
You pulled out an ace
This the type of beat make you wanna fist pump in
The air, well fist pump right now! Get Down! Party People!
We can't make it With-out You Lord
We
laugh at your face and call you a disgrace
But if you need us
We’re just one call away
We’ll pump you up full of drugs
But not the fun kind
We’ll rip you
(Facts)
Niggaz always down to ride, well the pumps in back
But if I pop up with Jill ain't no Jumping Jack
Uh, Yeah I heard a couple songs they was kinda
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