Текст Joe Moses – On My Bumper

Ty Dolla Sign:
Oo yea
Got all these girls (girls)
All these girls (girls)

Joe Moses:
You see lately I’ve been feelin’
Enjoyin’ my life chillin’
When you was in your feelin’
She wanna be winnin’
And you discovered too many problems
It’s too many hotties for me to sit for too many hours
It’s no loungin’
Back then they didn’t want me
Now they be stressed out
Valuable lesson learned to all the women who missed out
A little too grown to be in church with your breasts out
Move my new ho across the street from my ex house
Petty
Got my eye on it like Fetty
The same woman dissed me
The same ones who ready
The same ones curved me
The same ones be textin’
But now I’m just flexin’

Ty Dolla Sign:
Got all these girls (girls)
All these girls (girls)
Got all these girls
On my bumper (oo yea)
All these girls (all these girls)
All these girls (all these girls)
All these girls
On my bumper

Baby pull up on me
Baby pull up on me
Baby pull up on me
I’ve been drivin’ reckless
Peep the ?
in my new Rolly

?
Fuck it
Oh
Do the one
You know I ?
on my baby
Down down down
You look better than you do on the ground
Back it up on me like whoa whoa whoa
Ride the wave like roll roll roll roll roll
Got my like down down down
You know I like it when you do with no hands
Back it up on me like whoa
Then I gotta go pedal to the flo’
But you know

Got all these girls (girls)
All these girls (girls)
Got all these girls
On my bumper (oo yea)
All these girls (all these girls)
All these girls (all these girls)
All these girls
On my bumper

Joe Moses:
You see lately I’ve been living
Enjoyin’ my life chillin’
When you get out your feelin’
Maybe I consider
My ex woman was bitter
Take a shot to the liver
The same ones be laughin’
Now cry me a river
The same ones was frontin’
Now blowin’ my cellie
Should never made the mistake
To wifin’ up a headache
Should never made the mistake
Of sleeping with no jacket
And calling you out your name
But sure callin’ you rachet
Intrigued but not flattered
Who callin’, it don’t matter
Paragraphs on the ‘gram
You mad, you gotta add her
I laugh
The grass ain’t greener between her
Girl we done
It was just a little fun
Now you wanna make up rumors
And hit the shade room
The same one telling you leave
She in the living room
I had to stop playing fasho’ and do me
Can’t fight for no woman who ain’t afraid to lose a me
And that’s real

Ty Dolla Sign:
Got all these girls (sing it Ty) (girls)
All these girls (come on) (girls)
Got all these girls (I mean)
On my bumper (they love us) (oo yea)
All these girls (around the world) (all these girls)
All these girls (all these girls)
All these girls
On my bumper

We got another one
We got another one