BUMBAA (Remix) lyrics

[Intro: Ohthatsmizz]
But you're the same, yeah (Pass that b*tch to Guap)
Stranger

[Chorus: Ohthatsmizz]
It's gettin' cold outside, I might have to cuff up
I thought I wanted her, but that was for summer
I might have to grab that Casa', mix it with the Bumbu, Bumbu
Mix it with the—
I'm a big boy, why she keep on rubbin' on my belly?
I got the peanut butter, mix it with the jelly
And I got some sugar, I might put it in spaghetti

[Verse 1: Sturdyyoungin]
And Brooklyn talkin' 'bout, "The food is f*ckin' with my belly"
I said (Damn)
I need a platter
I need a platter right now 'cause I'm madder
Got a bad b*tch, believe that she been lookin' badder (Ah)
She eatin' good, so that booty gettin' fatter
Said I'm like, "Mmm, yep, yes, sir"
And they lovе the glasses on me, call mе clever
I'm a fly young n*gga, f*ck it up with leather
f*ck it, maybe I can cuff her, but I can't arrest her
Like Mizzy said, it's gettin' cold outside, let me get your number
Let's hold it down 'til the next summer
I ain't playin' with you, shorty, yeah, I'm on your bumper, bumper
Sippin' on that Bumbu
[Chorus: Ohthatsmizz]
It's gettin' cold outside, I might have to cuff up
I thought I wanted her, but that was for summer
I might have to grab that Casa', mix it with the Bumbu, Bumbu
Mix it with the—
I'm a big boy, why she keep on rubbin' on my belly?
I got the peanut butter, mix it with the jelly
And I got some sugar, I might put it in spaghetti

[Verse 2: Jenn Carter]
And now this sh*t a banger, 'cause he added some of Jenny What it's like to be with me, I know your b*tch might wanna find out
She poppin' vachas, so I put her ass on time out
It's been gettin' chilly, let my blanket be a hideout
You not talkin' money, n*gga, what the f*ck we talkin' bout? Okay, whatever
Stop all of that yelling, control your temper
I'm outside with the guys I don't need a lecture
I just need a party like by December
What he says, it's getting cold outside,, I might have to f*ck her She found a n*gga, know she gonna cuff her
Roll that booty up and down like Curry on a jumper (Jumper)
Curry on a jump—

[Verse 3: Bay Swag]
Back shots, she got the bull, she like to show out
pus*y so wet, that sh*t be drippin' when we go out (That sh*t be wet)
Hermés [?] with my toes out
She accusin' me of sh*t that I don't even f*ckin' know about Bow, bow, bow, I'ma trip out
She know how to make me c*m, I swear she got a sick mouth (On God)
She don't care where we at, she tell me whip out
She got a three for me right now, I'm [?]
[Verse 4: Cash Cobain]
I'm a big boy, now she keep on rubbin' on my belly
She got on Chrome Hearts, mixed with the Channelly
Gave that b*tch my number, now she blowin' up my celly
She came to my crib, had to get that b*tch a telly
It's getting cold outside, I would never cuff her
Just wanna f*ck, I don't even want her
Sippin' rum pots, mixin' with the Bumbu, Bumbu, Bumbu
All I took was one time

[Chorus: Ohthatsmizz]
It's gettin' cold outside, I might have to cuff up
I thought I wanted her, but that was for summer
I might have to grab that Casa', mix it with the Bumbu, Bumbu
Mix it with the—
I'm a big boy, why she keep on rubbin' on my belly?
I got the peanut butter, mix it with the jelly
And I got some sugar, I might put it in spaghetti