Lyrics

I don't know what you call it, but you can call it that bomb, that uh, that raw But look, she just got it. I don't know what you call it, but you can call it That bomb, that uh, that raw, but she just got it, man. If it's one thing I Know, it's a chick with gang, but still cool, long as I get the hit and ring Yes, ma'am, every nigga in the clique the same, we getting money so that shit I Talk flies a plane Get in that Pac-Tron, get the bitch back home, back blown, easy to talk shit Over that phone. But get her close, have her doing the most, on that Philly Shit, ass, have a nigga on that Philly shit. I can't explain it, but this girl Got me addicted without a cure, and I've been dreaming of having you with her Shorty is dangerous, like venomous poison, just one bite and you're stuck for Sure, hooked up, man But she got it, she got that raw, she got that uh, she got that bomb, whatever It's called. I just know that she got it, she got that raw, she got that uh, she Got that bomb, boom, boom, boom. But she talking off the wall like that Mike Chitt, acting like the kids just may or may not. Tell you exactly, that's the Shit that I'm not with. She moving that crack around the wave like it's Pop Whip I need that Tina Turner legs, that Beyoncé face, like that's Beyoncé. And now I'm seeing Jones on the wait list, she's up to four packages. She get that Cheese like a Claudette Ortiz, nigga, please believe. Please believe it, that Mama's serious. Her lower body sort of reminds me of a horse. She's adventurous And I'm so curious So when we're together, I keep the cameras on record. Then run and tell my boys Yo, I got it. She got it, she got that raw, she got that uh, she got that Whatever it's called. But I know she got it, she got that raw, she got that uh She got that bomb, and I want it all Oh, I don't think you understand my plan. Damn, damn, she make a superstar act Like a fan, man. If you know where I'm coming from, son, then, son, no matter Where you at, where you from, let me see you throw your hands up, yeah Hey, yo, Bonick, I don't wanna sing no more, man. Alright, I'll sing, you act Better. You saw the creeper four years ago on the low. She had a man and, bro, I Had a dame. But, yo, play the game cause the chick had the brain. This pro Slippin' my mane, and, yo, now we about to loaf, dang Now, ladies, if you feelin' what you're hearin' from this embodiment, scream, I Got it, guys, scream, I got it, guys. Nigga, you crazy, man, hold up. Yo, wait Wait, wait, hold up, hold up, man, let me see you go. My bad, keep it goin' Said she got it, she got it She got that Ro-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o. She got that Lord and Lord. Said she got it Bonick. And it's o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o. Four in the morning, man, y'all get the point Four in the morning, man, y'all get the point