Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Gurls Wit Da Boom, artist - Proof. Date of issue: 31.12.2010
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Gurls Wit Da Boom |
| Yo’collar, pop yo’collar |
| Pop yo’collar, pop yo’collar |
| We like the girls, the girls that go boom |
| I like the girls, the girls that go boom |
| That’s all I want so fellas make room |
| I want the girl, the girl with the boom |
| Party and bullshit the night away |
| Find a little hole for the hideaway |
| Livin every second like a holiday |
| The fun don’t stop her nowaday |
| Especially since I hooked up with Dr. Dre |
| Now bitches «Lean Back"and they rock away |
| Hella game plus sex, she got the play |
| «BRRING BRRING!"(Can I suck your cock today?) |
| Yes you may babe, do lots of things |
| What good is havin a head and not no brains? |
| She asked me if I know 50 and who made «Tipsy» |
| Quick to get with me, quicker to get busy |
| She dizzy cause the Issey smell good on me Plus she love to fuck, I mean the hood won’t leave |
| Headed out the door and she pullin on my sleeve |
| Rubbin on my dick, bitch feelin that E Sippin the Moet Rose mixed with pu-ssy |
| Puffin the loosey, our frames by Gucci |
| She wanna roll with me cause I got major dough |
| Tell every ho up in here, you my favorite though |
| I know you suck dick, well that’s my accusation |
| I’m really wonderin if you acceptin applications |
| I like them facin forward chicks with the bar bellies |
| I pass them young hoes off to Mr. R. Kelly |
| Gimme a bad bitch, that can make her ass shake |
| I don’t want you nasty, I want you nas-tay |
| My last day on earth I’ll be fuckin a freak |
| That spend a half an hour just suckin my meat (yeahhh) |
| She don’t even know me, said she love me so She a dimepiece, so far from an ugly ho If you drop-dead gorgeous I won’t stand you up Yeah you shake it like Beyonc? |
| but can you fuck? |
| I been doin the Earl Flynt since about '88 |
| A lot of people here wanna trade my place |
| Got a extra room where your babe can wait |
| These ain’t Air Force Ones, these are Babe &Ace |
| Straight from the +Shop+ got the +Candy+ sex |
| I’m a +Hot Boy+ on beats like Mannie Fresh |
| Her lips real big, hips real big |
| Tits real big, everything’s real big |
| I’m rich BITCH, and these are real diamonds |
| She ain’t even keep up with the cars that I’m drivin |
| Know what you like so I’ma give it a twist |
| You hypnotic baby when you swivel them hips |
| I’m the game in the physical so listen to this |
| Never catch feelings when I’m dissin a bitch |
| Ain’t tippin a trick cause I’ma bone for free |
| All I’m sayin right now who goin home with me, cause. |
| Pop yo’collar, pop yo’collar |
| Pop yo’collar, pop yo’collar |
| Hey that’s gonna wrap it up Let’s hear it for Big Proof, our special guest today |
| Hey, we gonna get up out of here |
| Gotta change the name of this town back to where we found it We found it at Motown, that’s where we gotta leave it! |
| Motown, and like we always say |
| Sugar is sugar, salt is salt |
| If you didn’t get off today, it’s not our fault |