Bumba (éh éh) She rode da Bumba Bumba Bumba She rode da Bumba
Bumba She rode da Bumba Bumba Bumba She rode da Bumba She rode deh She rode ah She rode da Honda
Mì Cara ë Yo Mì Cara ë Yo Mì Cara ë Yo oh oh Mì See Me Yo Mì See Me Yo Mì See Me Yo oh oh
She rode da Bumba Bumba Bumba She rode da Bumba She rode da Bumba Bumba Bumba She rode da Bumba She rode deh She rode ah She rode da Honda She rode da Bumba Bumba Bumba
Mì pinè dja mi wou Wo fatakai matakari mi gidi goumin You be changing me you so pretty My mama just see de lottery Ajasa Missy you my Cherie When I start to sleep I dream babe Whataba eña Mì Cara ë Yo Yorùbá ah Oga Chepa De gurl my age She knows Stromae We grew on another level hold my head I pray to god we never gonna séparé Cause people wanna talk and just to spread more hate Oba Whataba my Diva She a little fina Bigger than a flexa (oooh oooh) You will neva catch her She's in Manaria Como Pateria
Bumba (éh éh) She rode da Bumba Bumba Bumba She rode da Bumba
She rode da Bumba Bumba Bumba She rode da Bumba She rode deh She rode ah She rode da Honda She rode da Bumba Bumba Bumba
Bumba (éh éh) She rode da Bumba Bumba Bumba She rode da Bumba She rode deh She rode ah She rode da Honda
Mì Cara ë Yo Mì Cara ë Yo Mì Cara ë Yo oh oh Mì See Me Yo Mì See Me Yo Mì See Me Yo oh oh
She rode da Bumba Bumba Bumba She rode da Bumba She rode deh She rode ah She rode da Honda
Mì Cara ë Yo Mì Cara ë Yo Mì Cara ë Yo oh oh Mì See Me Yo Mì See Me Yo Mì See Me Yo oh oh
Artist: J Bert
Label: Bert Music
I'm with Sosa were coming to slay now I got paid and the money be getting wack You and me ain't no level were saying that Kitty sweet and you wonder why I'm coming back I just drove off the Bentley and laid back I got faded my hair ain't no turning back Skinny dick on your bitch she wants FaceTime Most you niggas ain't thinking with face tat Yeah I'm bringing the heat to the whole pack Keep on begging me cause you owe that You the girl that I wanted whole the night I got plenty of friends that's a fake fact Yeah I'm bringing gunna on the next track Do you feel like I'm telling more more lies You be eating and hating on your bruh I can make it and change your low life I be Going back to back Money is greater than pussy that's facts I be reading you fake on your back Talking shit like you're making a pact Dreaming big girl you ain't going to start I prefer when we talk in the back People noisy like needle in a haystack I be running this shit like a Star She keeps running her mouth like her friend I got money I pay all her things Nigga ready to hit on your girl Stab your back like they got you like damn I be smelling this shit Lame tho I got the money I'm staying low She got that ass it's plain dope We going up my main goal Whatever I be killing like everyday I be dreaming so big like made it On the side I be working on my credit Look at you you be hating a little bit I grew up without shit that's my melody I got parents that fuck up my energy Pray to god for a blessing so lately I go spend all my check on the same day
Ya Ya ya ya ye ya ya Ya ya han show em what you got Ya ya ya ye ya ya Ya ya ye show em
I'm with Sosa were coming to slay now I got paid and the money be getting wack You and me ain't no level were saying that Kitty sweet and you wonder why I'm coming back I just drove off the Bentley and laid back I got faded my hair ain't no turning back Skinny dick on your bitch she wants FaceTime Most you niggas ain't thinking with face tat Yeah I'm bringing the heat to the whole pack Keep on begging-grii me cause you owe that You the girl that i wanted whole the night I got plenty of friends that's a fake fact Yeah I'm bringing gunna on the next track Do you feel like I'm telling more more lies You be eating and hating on your bruh I can make it and change your low life I be Going back to back Money greater than pussy that's facts I be reading you fake on your back Talking shit like you're making a pact Dreaming big girl you ain't going to start I prefer when we talk in the back People noisy like needle in a haystack I be running this shit like a Star She keeps running her mouth like her friend I got money I pay all her things Nigga ready to hit on your girl Stab your back like they got you like damn I be smelling this shit Lame tho I got the money I'm staying low She got that ass it's plain dope We going up my main goal Whatever I be killing like everyday I be dreaming so big like made it On the side I be working on my credit Look at you you be hating a little bit I grew up without shit that's my melody I got parents that fuck up my energy Pray to god for a blessing so lately I go spend all my check on the same day
Ta Ya La la la ye ya ya Let's go Ya ya han show em what you got Ya ya ya ye ya ya Ya ya han show em what you got
Artist: J Bert
Label: Bert Music
Artist: J Bert
Label: Bert Music
Artist: J Bert
Label: Bert Music
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