| Yeah, Yeahhhh
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| Tryna make a baby
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| Tryna make a baby
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| (Tryna make a baby)
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| (Tryna make a baby)
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| California Bitch
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| You even bought me a drink
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| You made me bomb ass dinner, washed that dish in the sink
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| You got that no bullshit, ready to fuck me again
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| My life was women, women, women, now it’s woman and man
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| I got the gas on, and a passport
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| Full of stamps and a paycheck
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| A fuckin rav4, it’s my daddy’s
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| Not a lambo, or a taxi cab
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| I bought you a bag of tampons and a maxi pad
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| (Just in case)
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| Us against the world back to back
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| You dated a couple caucasians, you’re back to black
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| A couple thousand points more than an ass to grab
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| You deserve a wine glass and a mattress pad
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| You got the bomb-ass (yep)
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| And some good-ass (uh)
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| Make me (woop-woop)
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| We don’t really go outside
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| My head is bump, b-bump, b-bump bump bump (bumpin')
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| Bump, b-bump, b-bump bump bump
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| You got a God-given body with a permanent smile
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| Make me drive into trucks when I’m pushing the dial
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| My head is bump, b-bump, b-bump bump bump (bumpin')
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| Bump, b-bump, b-bump bump bump
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| We could be napping at su casa
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| The only other lady I would cuddle is my mama
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| So pucker up and show me
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| You got sucker punching kisses, sucker for you in the evening
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| Even early for manana, I could handle all your drama
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| I could floss
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| Every day and put this lotion on my face
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| Comb my hair and shave this shit until I look like bradley cooper
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| What’s it cost
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| We could blaze and cut them onions
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| How you like them
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| Then I ball my fucking eyes out
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| I’m a happy little trooper, uh
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| She love me, She love me not
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| She love me, She love me not
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| She love me, She love me not
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| She love me not, I think she love me
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| You got the bomb-ass
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| And some good-ass
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| Make me (woop-woop)
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| We don’t really go outside
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| My head is bump, b-bump, b-bump bump bump
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| Bump, b-bump, b-bump bump bump
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| You got a God given body with a permanent smile
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| Make me drive into trucks when I’m pushing the dial
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| My head is bump, b-bump, b-bump bump bump
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| Bump, b-bump, b-bump bump bump
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| Goddamn, I’m hoping that we make it
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| I’ll pass you this liquor
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| You be puffin' that Jamaica
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| We enable each other
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| Kinky shit inside the covers
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| You got the curves
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| Baby, hoping we get naked
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| With some movies and some weed you get me high
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| No no no, I’m the only one you ever getting high with
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| With some food and drink to keep you by my side
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| No no no, I’m the only one you going outside with
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| If I could make the world come inside, yeah
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| I’m the only one that gives you what you want
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| Some day both of us will probably die
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| And when that day comes, I hope that you come to haunt me
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| I think she love me, I think she wants me
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| I think she love me, I hope that you come to haunt me
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| I love her, I love her not
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| I love her, I love her not
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| I love her, I love her not
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| I love her not, I think I love her |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Sunday , by - Abhi The Nomad. Song from the album Catharsis, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп