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Yeah
It's BumpyTheGreat
Never too late
Yo-Yo
I will not lose don't get it confused
On another note I rule Akhenaten in Thebes
Which means I'm the boss Don't get popped in the knee
Ran down in these streets buckled up to that seat Hold up
A rivalry like Anderson - Creed
We can go twelve rounds one round for the speed
I will run you round this court like my bro Majesty
Euro stepped on him
Old school Clyde and threw the drac's on him (yeah)
She said she'll throw the hex on him
That's my Haiti girl from Flatbush u know she on it
All this liquor pouring raw cones we smoking
She in the back with the work like my bro we scoring
This my greatest moment (yeah) and ya'll niggaz couldn't last
I'm the way to atonement scratch a nigga like a rash
And I'm used to moving crop so this hustling will never stops
And I'm aiming to be gaining remaining up at the top hold up
Now that's some real shit, Yeah
I'll fuck around and make'em peel quick, Yeah
Two Picks like a fork-lift (what)
You never know who got that chrome litt, Yeah
Now that's some real shit, Yeah
I'll fuck around and make'em peel quick, Yeah
Two Picks like a fork-lift (what)
You never (Yo) know (Yo) who got that chrome lit. Yeah
Don't trust anyone don't be telling business to anyone
They wanna know your weakness back'em down like the mini gun
Gossip girl ya secrets, you be knowing niggaz yap son
Minds be the bleakest unformed aborted fetus
That's the first trimester, know Bumpy just scribe better
A nigga stay fly 5'7 like Hienz Ketchup
I try to tell you niggas I am just that better
Imported Italian leather and I'm taking her wherever
Matching Givenchy sweaters, (uh-huh) you know it's Amin
Entertainment play flagrant bleed where you sleep
You a enemy of me I infect like disease
AIDS, Syphilis, C-O-V-I-D
I'm bout that cold cash and ya'll niggas looking broke