| Yea…
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| Get drunk and throw your cups up and smoke
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| It ain’t Bob Marley if you don’t cough and choke
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| All haters somewhere hatin cause they mad and broke
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| We had a whole club bouncin when they come to the show
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| We get buck and crunk and don’t fake the funk
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| I don’t pay for pussy, I don’t hang with chumps
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| I got verses and words no peas or birds
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| My bitch still keep the 45 tucked in her purse
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| I got leather and wood sittin on some big ass shoes you not famous to the
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| Police, have your face on the news
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| Handcuffed and fucked my broad crying and screaming
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| Unloyal ass niggas out here lyin and schemin
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| Sent the bitches and henchman at the dough with them pistols lay it down
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| Nigga you know why they came to get you
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| Get rich or die tryin, live by the iron, you could shoot the sun down man
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| I’m still gon shine
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| Jump in my ride, turn up the bump, turn on my game and burn up some blunts
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| I’m a pimp for life I don’t love a hoe, I keep some heat tucked down in my
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| Pants fa sho
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| Jump in my ride, turn up the bump, turn on my game and burn up some blunts
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| I’m a pimp for life I don’t love a hoe, I keep some heat tucked down in my
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| Pants fa sho
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| A 300 is not a bentely, an apartment not a house, a geneva not a rolex, you
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| Know what I’m talkin bout
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| Don’t you ever try to offer me your riches cars and clothes or bitches for
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| Cash
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| I’ll whoop yo ass hoe
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| Untalented ass nigga I’m not havin it, don’t make me pull a strap out this
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| Cabinet
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| I’m mjg so I’m more than a fantasy, you head strong girl but ya heart could
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| Never handle me
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| I ain’t no killa ass nigga but I keeps a gun
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| I ain’t the pimpinest one but still sleep with nuns
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| You niggas makin crazy money yea, So what?
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| Cause round here we already made the dough nuts
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| A picture of perfection, mawfuckas paint this
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| Don’t make me have to kick my foot up in ya anus
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| I spit that pure, uncut, give it to ya real. |
| That shit they kill with is
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| Nice as on suga hill
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| Jump in my ride, turn up the bump, turn on my game and burn up some blunts
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| I’m a pimp for life I don’t love a hoe, I keep some heat tucked down in my
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| Pants fa sho
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| Jump in my ride, turn up the bump, turn on my game and burn up some blunts
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| I’m a pimp for life I don’t love a hoe, I keep some heat tucked down in my
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| Pants fa sho
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| The world love a gangsta, ain’t no hoe in my blood
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| My dick get hard as a rock for big cash and bud
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| My niggas be on that white, my niggas be on that lean, my niggas be on them
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| Shrooms, my niggas be on them beans
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| I got a dollar worth of dimes on the way to the crib
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| My old lady from jamaica cookin chicken and ribs
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| Super star in the ghetto, I got that work for cheap
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| 16 bars of meth and a heron beat
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| Yeah yeah
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| You want a 16, you better put the dough in hand, cause I ain’t answer it for
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| Nobody but Ed Mcman
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| And after he slide the check under the doorcrack, I put the pistol on him
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| And make him bring some more back
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| This america we do anything to do you in
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| Snitch, plan, scheme, go hunting just to shoot a friend. |
| Mj!
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| Tight I keep my eyes open, cause he was playin with me, that’s how he died
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| Chokin
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| Jump in my ride, turn up the bump, turn on my game and burn up some blunts
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| I’m a pimp for life I don’t love a hoe, I keep some heat tucked down in my
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| Pants fa sho
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| Jump in my ride, turn up the bump, turn up the bump, turn up the bump, turn
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| Up the bump, turn up the bump, turn up the bump, turn up the bump |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Turn up the Bump , by - 8Ball & MJG. Song from the album Ridin' High, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп