BUMBAA

But you're the same, yeah (pass that bitch 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 fuckin' with my belly"

I said (damn), I need a platter

I need a platter right now, 'cause I'm madder

Got a bad bitch, believe that she been lookin' badder (ah)

She eatin' good, so that booty gettin' fatter

And I'm like, "Mmm, yep, yes, sir"

And they love the glasses on me, call me clever

I'm a fly young ****, fuck it up with leather

Fuck 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