
Date of issue: 16.04.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Bomb Bomb (feat. Ace Hood) |
Every summer make it rain while you just thunder |
Baby, I do numbers, 28 red Hummers |
Never played the band, Mac 11 hand drummer |
He ain’t sayin' nothin', clean hundred seen comin' |
You think he seen somethin', bullets got 'em mean muggin' |
Got his whole team swearin' they ain’t seen nothin' |
A lot of sound, get yo baby mother face busted |
The feds want him but that Lamborghini speed on 'em (vroom!) |
Call the Fettucini, swag on the tag homie (tag homie) |
Mr. Miyagi flow, kickin' down the damn door (b-bow!) |
Hot diamonds on the wrist, call it Hellfroze |
An animal, I’m eatin' niggas like Hannibal |
I’m 'bout to blow, when I land, call me cannonball |
I’m rappin' circles 'round these Urkels, they in metapause (metapause?) |
We never fall, tell these haters grow a set of balls |
So i can shoot 'em in and luck can play the cheddar ball (huh?) |
You cross that water into Florida, welcome to the Mob (yeah?) |
You see that Broward County, border pedder, or the guys (huh?) |
'Cause we eat niggas, sweet potatoe ass pie |
Ask the last guy, turn him into mascots |
Them bullets smash out, squeeze into the last round |
And all hands down, better be a man down |
We ain’t trippin', bury him into a sand pile |
I’m a land mine, better watch the damn ground (bow!) |
Ha! |
Yeah! |
So what you motherfuckers sayin' now? |
(sayin now) |
He the next, yeah the best, bitch hands down (down) |
I’m the bomb, motherfucka, I’m the bomb (I'm the bomb) |
I’m the bomb, motherfucka, I’m the bomb (I'm the bomb) |
Tick, tick, bow! |
Outta time |