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letra de bouncin n zoomin - sam hyde

[chorus: sam hyde]
my b-tch is bouncin’ and flyin’ her booty bubblin’
the thoughts i’m having about her booty be troublin’
the way she zoomin’ and sweatin’ it got me mumblin’
a-booga-booga a-wooga-wooga i’m mumblin’

[interlude]
(wooskii, i think we got one)
(this song is a war crime)
one hundred quadrillion dollars in your face b-tch
you like that?
f-ck you

[verse 1: christ dillinger, sam hyde]
my b-tch is bouncin’ and flyin’ she sent me s-xy pictures
sippin’ lean in the sprinter, i might pour it out the pitcher
these dumb ass n-ggas be hatin’ i crop them out the picture
she call my d-ck ray rice ’cause of the way it hit her
f-ckin’ on her face i might just break her jaw (just break her jaw)
if i had a p-ssy shе would hit it raw (hit it raw)
took her to garage and told her pick two (pick two)
all my opps trappеd in time just like dr. who
i- i- i’m a rich ass n-gga i don’t shop at the mall
i’m a snake ass n-gga i might crawl up a wall
you a b-tch ass n-gga you only shop with your mom
i call my b-tch p-ssy saddam ’cause her p-ssy the bomb
[chorus: sam hyde]
my b-tch is bouncin’ and flyin’ her booty bubblin’
the thoughts i’m having about her booty be troublin’
the way she zoomin’ and sweatin’ it got me mumblin’
a-booga-booga a-wooga-wooga i’m mumblin’

[verse 2: sam hyde, christ dillinger]
her legs stopped workin’ i broke the whole back
send a b-tch home if theres sh-t in the crack
she feindin’ for my d-ck like i laced it with crack
i just f-cked a broke b-tch who ain’t never seen racks (what the f-ck?)
i be lying to my bae she don’t know where i’m at
i got b-tches that be skinny and b-tches thats fat
i just f-cked a fat b-tch and she was really fat
i make the p-ssy splish and then i make it splash
if the p-ssy want a beef i’m on the p-ssy ass
it’s been about a minute need some p-ssy fast
the way she bouncin’ and zoomin’ it got the p-ssy musty
imma blow the cobwebs off it if the p-ssy dusty
imma stab her from the back if the p-ssy trust me
if the plug was her p-ssy i’d be his biggest custy
that p-ssy got me actin’ like a f-ggot (f-ggot)
i let the p-ssy dress me up in drag sh-t
i let the p-ssy dress me up like ru paul
i’m a black man but she gave me blue b-lls
i like that peanut b-tter p-ssy, i’m a screwball
i be packin’ up that p-ssy like a u-haul (holy sh-t!)
i keep it player with the p-ssy like a e-sport
i plug into that p-ssy usb port
i just got the p-ssy wetter than a seahorse
i just blew the p-ssy up with some c4
i told her send more p-ssy pics i need to see more
you ain’t ever get no p-ssy b-tches think you corny
i just f-cked a b-tch from china i had that b-tch imported
i think i’m- ’cause i’m too important (yeah)
[outro: sam hyde, christ dillinger]
yo y’all
it’s time to put our guns down
and pick up each other’s hands
peace in the middle east has to start (for real)
now (for real)
i’m tired of the violence
i’m tired of the bloodshed (nuke radio)
i’m tired of the k!llin’
it’s time to come together as brothers (dead serious)
hold hands, and walk into the future y’all (real)
put the guns down
down, d- down, down, down, down (oh sh-t, that’s a danny g beat)

- sam hyde

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