Bouncin N Zoomin lyrics

[Chorus: Sam Hyde]
My b*tch is bouncin' and flyin' her booty bubblin'
The thoughts I'm having about her booty be troublin'
The way she zoomin' and sweatin' it got me mumblin'
A-booga-booga A-wooga-wooga I'm mumblin'

[Interlude]
(Wooskii, I think we got one)
(This song is a war crime)
One hundred quadrillion dollars in your face b*tch
You like that?
f*ck you

[Verse 1: Christ Dillinger, Sam Hyde]
My b*tch is bouncin' and flyin' she sent me sexy pictures
Sippin' lean in the sprinter, I might pour it out the pitcher
These dumb ass n*ggas be hatin' I crop them out the picture
She call my di*k Ray Rice 'cause of the way it hit her
f*ckin' on her face I might just break her jaw (Just break her jaw)
If I had a pus*y shе would hit it raw (Hit it raw)
Took her to garage and told her pick two (Pick two)
All my opps trappеd in time just like Dr. Who
I- I- I'm a rich ass n*gga I don't shop at the mall
I'm a snake ass n*gga I might crawl up a wall
You a b*tch ass n*gga you only shop with your mom
I call my b*tch pus*y Saddam 'cause her pus*y the bomb
[Chorus: Sam Hyde]
My b*tch is bouncin' and flyin' her booty bubblin'
The thoughts I'm having about her booty be troublin'
The way she zoomin' and sweatin' it got me mumblin'
A-booga-booga A-wooga-wooga I'm mumblin'

[Verse 2: Sam Hyde, Christ Dillinger]
Her legs stopped workin' I broke the whole back
Send a b*tch home if there's sh*t in the crack
She feindin' for my di*k like I laced it with crack
I just f*cked a broke b*tch who ain't never seen racks (What the f*ck?)
I be lying to my bae she don't know where I'm at
I got b*tches that be skinny and b*tches that's fat
I just f*cked a fat b*tch and she was really fat
I make the pus*y splish and then I make it splash
If the pus*y want a beef I'm on the pus*y ass
It's been about a minute need some pus*y fast
The way she bouncin' and zoomin' it got the pus*y musty
Imma blow the cobwebs off it if the pus*y dusty
Imma stab her from the back if the pus*y trust me
If the plug was her pus*y I'd be his biggest custy
That pus*y got me actin' like a faggot (Faggot)
I let the pus*y dress me up in drag sh*t
I let the pus*y dress me up like Ru Paul
I'm a black man but she gave me blue balls
I like that peanut butter pus*y, I'm a screwball
I be packin' up that pus*y like a U-Haul (Holy sh*t!)
I keep it player with the pus*y like a E-Sport
I plug into that pus*y USB port
I just got the pus*y wetter than a seahorse
I just blew the pus*y up with some C4
I told her send more pus*y pics I need to see more
You ain't ever get no pus*y b*tches think you corny
I just f*cked a b*tch from China I had that b*tch imported
I think I'm- 'cause I'm too important (Yeah)
[Outro: Sam Hyde, Christ Dillinger]
Yo y'all
It's time to put our guns down
And pick up each other's hands
Peace in the middle east has to start (For real)
Now (For real)
I'm tired of the violence
I'm tired of the bloodshed (Nuke radio)
I'm tired of the killin'
It's time to come together as brothers (Dead serious)
Hold hands, and walk into the future y'all (Real)
Put the guns down
Down, d- down, down, down, down (Oh sh*t, that's a Danny G beat)