Bouncin N Zoomin Lyrics – Sam Hyde

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[Chorus: Sam Hyde]
My b!tch is bouncing and flying her booty bubbling
The thoughts I’m having about her booty be troubling
The way she zooming and sweating it got me mumbling
A-booga-booga A-wooga-wooga I’m mumbling

[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?
Fu*k you
[Verse 1: Christ Dillinger, Sam Hyde]
My b!tch is bouncing and flying she sent me s*xy pictures
Sipping lean in the sprinter, I might pour it out the pitcher
These dumb ass n!ggas be hating I crop them out the picture
She call my d!ck Ray Rice ’cause of the way it hit her
Fu*king on her face I might just break her jaw (Just break her jaw)
If I had a pu*sy she would hit it raw (Hit it raw)
Took her to garage and told her pick two (Pick two)
All my opps trapped 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 pu*sy Saddam ’cause her pu*sy the b0mb

[Chorus: Sam Hyde]
My b!tch is bouncing and flying her booty bubbling
The thoughts I’m having about her booty be troubling
The way she zooming and sweating it got me mumbling
A-booga-booga A-wooga-wooga I’m mumbling

[Verse 2: Sam Hyde, Christ Dillinger]
Her legs stopped working I broke the whole back
Send a b!tch home if theres s*it in the crack
She feinding for my d!ck like I laced it with crack

I just fu*ked a broke b!tch who ain’t never seen racks (What the fu*k?)
I be lying to my bae she don’t know where I’m at
I got b!tches that be skinny and b!tches thats fat
I just fu*ked a fat b!tch and she was really fat
I make the pu*sy splish and then I make it splash
If the pu*sy want a beef I’m on the pu*sy ass
It’s been about a minute need some pu*sy fast
The way she bouncing and zooming it got the pu*sy musty
Imma blow the cobwebs off it if the pu*sy dusty
Imma stab her from the back if the pu*sy trust me
If the plug was her pu*sy I’d be his biggest custy
That pu*sy got me acting like a faggot (Faggot)
I let the pu*sy dress me up in drag s*it
I let the pu*sy dress me up like Ru Paul
I’m a black man but she gave me blue balls
I like that peanut butter pu*sy, I’m a screwball
I be packing up that pu*sy like a U-Haul (Holy s*it!)
I keep it player with the pu*sy like a E-Sport
I plug into that pu*sy USB port
I just got the pu*sy wetter than a seahorse
I just blew the pu*sy up with some C4
I told her send more pu*sy pics I need to see more
You ain’t ever get no pu*sy b!tches think you corny
I just fu*ked 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 killing
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 s*it, that’s a Danny G beat)