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Performed By: Marc Papers
Language: English
Written by: Christopher Robertson
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Marc Papers - Bump Lyrics




Take one
Take, one
Pape Yo

Man I'm riding thru the hood
Knockin my shit turn it up and let it
Bump bump bump
You would think I'm jumping buses and cars the way ya boy gonna
Stunt stunt stunt
I aint gotta bring nada that drama gon' leave a nigga head
Thump thump thump
Its MP stack bread they call this muhf*cka here
Trump Trump Trump

Uh blow the smoke out and gaze at the vapors
Let these niggas know the reason why my last name Papers
I chase money but it's running away
I got a put my Nikes on so I can catch it today
I'm just trying to get them Starbucks like the cafe
So put them dice up in my hand
And I shake em like hairspray
Everybody wanna play and slay my relay, but I'm married to the game
So come meet my fiancé
Im the head honcho respond-so
If Niggas throw shots, Ima wet your poncho
Niggas can't see MP when I ride low I show up anywhere
Any second presto
My eyes day low like they trying to play limbo
You thought it was a game take five of these bingos
The whole game slipping because I dip them in Crisco
Cause I'm a stay cold with that flow til my wrist glow its honcho

Man I'm riding thru the hood
Knockin my shit turn it up and let it
Bump bump bump
You would think im jumping buses and cars the way ya boy gonna
Stunt
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English

Take one
Take, one
Pape Yo

Man I'm riding thru the hood
Knockin my shit turn it up and let it
Bump bump bump
You would think I'm jumping buses and cars the way ya boy gonna
Stunt stunt stunt
I aint gotta bring nada that drama gon' leave a nigga head
Thump thump thump
Its MP stack bread they call this muhf*cka here
Trump Trump Trump

Uh blow the smoke out and gaze at the vapors
Let these niggas know the reason why my last name Papers
I chase money but it's running away
I got a put my Nikes on so I can catch it today
I'm just trying to get them Starbucks like the cafe
So put them dice up in my hand
And I shake em like hairspray
Everybody wanna play and slay my relay, but I'm married to the game
So come meet my fiancé
Im the head honcho respond-so
If Niggas throw shots, Ima wet your poncho
Niggas can't see MP when I ride low I show up anywhere
Any second presto
My eyes day low like they trying to play limbo
You thought it was a game take five of these bingos
The whole game slipping because I dip them in Crisco
Cause I'm a stay cold with that flow til my wrist glow its honcho

Man I'm riding thru the hood
Knockin my shit turn it up and let it
Bump bump bump
You would think im jumping buses and cars the way ya boy gonna
Stunt
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Writer: Christopher Robertson
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