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BUM Lyrics - Artist : Capella Grey
[Capella Grey:]
Na-na, na-na, na-na, na Record I know you're tired of sayin, "Well, it's the thought that counts" You want a nigga that's gon' take you out the house You ain't tryna hear no, "maybe's" or "I'ma see what I can do's" That's why you always tryna come through Plus, I know you know the whole city know your boyfriend's a bum, uh That nigga mad dirty, now you first lady bum Oh nah, nah, that's your type now, huh? If that's your type then you ain't my type no more And I'm like, "Girl, if you were mine" (If you were mine) I'll never waste your time (Waste your time) I want nothin' but you girl, but you still fuck with this lame [Nick Barnz:] Pack it up, let's get it He don't even got a name Probably wear [?] Same hoodie with the stance Fake belt and his Yeezys lookin' beyond measy Take it easy 'cause you know the whole city know your boyfriend's a bum Ooh, let's get it, tell that dude, pack it up Low top, black Air Force 1's Laced up, to the top, choke up It's a mission, that's the 3-2-1 You tappin' out when I get deep in you I stretch you out, I think he crease you up Girl, he don't even speak to us That nigga soft and you only think he tough because he beat you up Let's get it [ViddyOnDaBeat:] Uh, yo Viddy fits be lookin' d-d-d-dumb But your ex bitch goin' to stick up for fun She a queen and she slim, this D got her on the run (Uh-huh) I don't trust nobody, my body's a trust fund, nigga I ain't playin' 2020, my vision is 20/20 Each pocket got twenty, twenties I bag her without the goodies (Uh-huh) Fuck smokin' vape like a Rasta in the weed spot Got this bitch screamin' like the top off of the tea pot [Capella Grey:] And I'm like, "Girl, if you were mine" (If you were mine) I'll never waste your time (Waste your time) I want nothin' but you girl, but you still fuck with this lame Uh, uh Let me do one more I know I just met you and I don't even know you like that, but Can we skip to the part where I'm blowin' out your back? 'Cause This nigga ain't hittin' it right, I'm just sayin', I could tell And if he find out, mm, oh well And she know the vibe She want me to pull up on her, ooh, she want her thang banged I fuck now her ex a goner, she wanna be gang-gang Mm, yeah, like [?] Say my name one more time, yeah, yeah [?], say my name one more time [Bsmnt Boy:] Oh my God, uh Can't you see? I'm in my prime, livin', c'est la vie Your man on some, "Let me hold that 'til I get paid next week" Girl, he broke and I can't play that cheap He five on the bag, I might just get the ashes on the Maybach seat Like that's a sick nigga, tell me what's five fingers to six figures? All the flicks with him, he violatin' your big picture How many ways can I keep tellin' you that nigga is a bum? And the company you keep what you become Let me show you how I really give it up, for real [Capella Grey:] And I'm like, "Girl, if you were mine" (If you were mine) I'll never waste your time (Waste your time) I want nothin' but you girl, but you still fuck with this lame Yeah, it's crazy I just met Capella, he really produces Like a DJ, what the fuck? |
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