BUMBAA

Music: Ohthatsmizz/Sturdyyoungin But you're the same, yeah (Pass that b***h to Guap) Lame, yeah It's gettin' cold outside, I might have to cuff up I thought I wanted her, but that was for summer I might have to grab that Casa', mix it with the Bumbu, Bumbu Mix it with the— I'm a big boy, why she keep on rubbin' on my belly? I got the peanut butter, mix it with the jelly And I got some sugar, I might put it in spaghetti And Brooklyn talkin' 'bout, "The food is ****in' with my belly" I said (Damn) I need a platter I need a platter right now 'cause I'm madder Got a bad b***h, believe that she been lookin' badder (Ah) She eatin' good, so that booty gettin' fatter Said I'm like, "Mmm, yep, yes, sir" And they love the glasses on me, call me clever I'm a fly young nigga, **** it up with leather **** it, maybe I can cuff her, but I can't arrest her Like Mizzy said, it's gettin' cold outside, let me get your number Let's hold it down 'til the next summer I ain't playin' with you, shorty, yeah, I'm on your bumper, bumper Sippin' on that Bumbu It's gettin' cold outside, I might have to cuff up I thought I wanted her, but that was for summer I might have to grab that Casa', mix it with the Bumbu, Bumbu Mix it with the— I'm a big boy, why she keep on rubbin' on my belly? I got the peanut butter, mix it with the jelly And I got some sugar, I might put it in spaghetti