笨小笨If It’s Bumpin’歌词由Bubba Sparxxx&Kosha&Bo Hagin演唱，出自专辑《Dark Days， Bright Nights (Explicit)》，下面是《If It’s Bumpin’》完整版歌词！
If It’s Bumpin’歌词完整版
If It's Bumpin' - Bubba Sparxxx/Kosha/Bo Hagin
Written by：Gerald Hall/Anderson Mathis/Kelvin Seldon/Cedric Leonard
I drop the verses y'all don't deliver
Take the chances y'all won't consider
Got a loyal broad named betty who
Know what to do with that chrome
I give her
I'm on the shitter
Thinkin' 'bout my bank
Account and how to make it bigger
Then I grab the tool and take your jewels
And I'ma watch this blew the same as jigga's
It ain't the liquor I'm really sick
Smokin' shwag eatin crystal chicks
On a rollercoaster with bo and kosha
Can't even f**k witch'all pencil dicks
Ain't this some sh*t
Every time we step inside
The club y'all tryna guess
Which one of us gon' snatch your b**ch
And leave you strokin' all by yourself
Understand this bubba spare
S p a are triple x
I sprinkle soul in your p**sy hole
And put some coal on your nipple and neck
Tell your man if he flex it's gettin drastic
Legend has it
I know this mob spell g a and with no delay
They'll let him have it
It's just a habit reppin' athens and lagrange
It's in my veins
I'm mixin beam with coke and bonding
And every time it's still just the same
I tend to aim towards spittin' thangs
It's classical so masterful
When it comes to this here make the sh*t clear
Heard to y'all comes natural
We make these lames wanna fight
Make these b**ches wanna f**k
Drink bourbon in a cup if it's bumpin'
Turn it up
We gon' weave we gon' roll
Watch the franklin faces fold
Chasin multi platinum plaques
While y'all settlin' for dough
Drop that liquid on yo' tongue
Put that reefer in your lungs
Close the curtains here we come
Boy hush until I'm done
We gon' drink we gon' smoke
Keep that floss on they toes
When these broads start some lickin'
We just might end up with your
Step in the club it's on
Nevertheless gonna find the somebody
I could sip on
A seat with a view in the VIP
And got two tight things to grip on
A bag of trees to put my lip on
Gotta cut it roll it light it pass
And me and bubba gettin'
Crunk in the club
With a tape full of bud in a champagne glass
Puttin' it down for the B C
In the backwoods where we be
Better call a producer when you see me
And get your a** right back in the gt
Y'all lame boys hangin up lookin'
Just for a name boy
Goin upsize with the game boy
Witcho' mind right go out lookin'
For a cane boy it's a shame boy
You the main one tryna stall right
Sold the broads out the game boy
I beat 'em down like chop chop chop
Yessuh cut 'em up and leave 'em alone
On my cell phone they callin'
Talkin' 'bout kosha baby call me
Leave your name and your
Number at the sound of the beep
And I'll get back witcha shawty
Most hated by baby daddies for
Breakin' up happy homes
When the men is on
And she don't say no then
That mean she wanna bone
So partna don't get me wrong
I'm just bein kosha
That southern playa with
A stroke that keep 'em wet like a ocean
Yessuh me and bubba get rowdy rowdy
And me and bubba get bout it bout it
We are violators we annihilate you
No ifs ands buts about it
The air up here stay cloudy
I originate in shotcallin'
We stay up in the club y'all look at us
And say damn
Them boys be ballin
We make these lames wanna fight
Make these b**ches wanna f**k
Drink bourbon in a cup if it's bumpin'
Turn it up
We gon' weave we gon' roll
Watch the franklin faces fold
Chasin multi platinum plaques
While y'all settlin' for dough
Drop that liquid on yo' tongue
Put that reefer in your lungs
Cuause it here we come
Boy hush until I'm done
We gon' drink we gon' smoke
Keep that floss on they toes
When these broads start some lickin'
We just might end up with your
Whassup f**k ni**a
Man you know who you is you know
You the ones be payin'
Hoes and buyin' them gifts trick a**
You mad when you find out
Some other niggaz get it
Ain't payin' no bills just stayin'
Real and still be hittin' it
I'm a old school playa
I just pay for her dinner
Maybe buy a little liquor
I spend some talk in the mirror
This the playa from the soul
Love to gang up on hoes
I'm tryna let this pimp sh*t go
'Cause I don't even like it no mo'
See these niggaz that
I hang with they just run
Through these skanks
Talk about 'em over dinner
Pass women like dank
Mmm hmm
And I'ma put twenty five
On the them ol' fire a** mercedes rolls
That don't never come 'round no mo' that sh*t right dere
Country a** bubba spare
Ain't no f**kin around wit' G O again
That put me in this backwoods committee
My ace kosha bo hagin
West central georgia's finest
Man bo go on snap again
Man I'm gon' tell it like it is
I'm gon' sit the rear
I stand true to high live
This a quest for a mil'
It done took a ni**a different places
Seen plenty of faces
Whatever may have been the
Cases I thank god for his graces
See my knife'll tell the fakers
Kept me spinnin' like breakers
And every day I play awake a
Ni**a learnin' by haters
See I take a ho and shake a ho
That's how we live
All women ain't b**ches
But see most of them is
We make these lames wanna fight
Make these b**ches wanna f**k
Drink bourbon in a cup if it's bumpin'
Turn it up
We gon' weave we gon' roll
Watch the franklin faces fold
Chasin multi platinum plaques
While y'all settlin' for dough
Drop that liquid on yo' tongue
Put that reefer in your lungs
Cuause it here we come
Boy hush until I'm done
We gon' drink we gon' smoke
Keep that floss on they toes
When these broads start some lickin'
We just might end up with your
We make these lames wanna fight
Make these b**ches wanna f**k
Drink bourbon in a cup if it's bumpin'
Turn it up
We gon' weave we gon' roll
Watch the franklin faces fold
Chasin multi platinum plaques
While y'all settlin' for dough
Drop that liquid on yo' tongue
Put that reefer in your lungs
Cuause it here we come
Boy hush until I'm done
We gon' drink we gon' smoke
Keep that floss on they toes
When these broads start some lickin'
We just might end up with your
