Gums lyrics

by

Father


[Hook x4: Father]
n*ggas always talking that ride, ride, ride
Bumpin' gums, but in fact they don't want it with the squad
These b*tches stay popping that ooh-na-na
Boy the crews too fire do what we choose to now

[Verse 1: KeithCharles Spacebar]
n*ggas leaking cause their pockets bleeding
Call the paramedic b*tch we ain't them proper people
Aw man on a b*tch rock like Van Damme
Stuntman Mike in the black trans-am
Killin' hoes, I know it look painful
But I'm Kobe pull up to the Lake show
You talk practice, I won't pass this
And if you pass on this you ungrateful
Ho just wait
Got your clothes on great
Know I keep a b*tch don't belong in the states
Don't keep a b*tch much long than a day
Cause a n*gga keep count what more can I say
f*ck it, more can I make
All these hoes for the taking
I'm in the pus*y before a n*gga say grace
Don't shake hands with a spoon cause he fake
How a n*gga rock 'gators in a room full of snakes
f*ck with me b*tch
[Hook x4]
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