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Timothy Brooks-Thompson
Timothy Brooks-Thompson
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(C-O-N-C-E-P-T), hey Don D, you a fool for this one Pump, pump, pump it up Pump, pump, pump, pump it up Let me hear ya say Pump, pump, pump it up Pump, pump, pump, pump it up Let me hear ya say Pump, pump, pump it up (what?) Pump, pump, pump, pump it up Let me hear ya say (tell 'em) Pump, pump, pump it up (tell 'em) Pump, pump, pump, pump it up (tell 'em) Let me hear ya say Pump, pump, pump it up Pump, pump, pump, pump it up (one more time) Pump, pump, pump it up Pump, pump, pump, pump it up Looking for a bop who gon' make that drop She gon' pop, pop, pop, and she ain't gon' stop She gon' move them hips to the left and right Have a nigga on stuck all goddamn night Tryna peep who showed, then she caught my eye Miss Body-Made-Right, but she way too shy Why you all up on the wall, baby, this yo' chance Shake what ya momma gave ya, baby, do yo' dance When I seen over there, she was up in the cut Now she working on the floor, shawty doing the butt Like, go, go, go, go 'til it burn out Sheon need a coach, this here be the workout Hit the gas, she no hands in a circle Have a nigga dipping, dodging like a nigga going turbo Ninja turtle, put the blindfold on ya face Buzz buzz, got a iPhone on a waist Rose bud vibrate then I get a taste I can see you got the sauce, well, can I get a steak Talkin' as-salamu alaykum, fluff it then I bake 'em Piggy wanna prince, let me kiss 'em, where you make 'em Booty booty shawty, proud like trudy Lips up, then down, booty way too moody But it shole put a smile on my face Now bend it, back it up and go and shake up the place Let me see ya say Pump, pump, pump it up Pump, pump, pump, pump it up (go, go) Pump, pump, pump it up Pump, pump, pump, pump it up Let me see ya say Pump, pump, pump it up Pump, pump, pump, pump it up (go, go) Pump, pump, pump it up Pump, pump, pump, pump it up Lights out, get the N-V-G It's a half-time show, she the MVP How she bounce that ass in the VIP Rolling all up on my jeans while they envy me Oh, what's my favorite thing to say I like it when them good girls wanna misbehave Now work that body, work that body Make sure you don't hurt nobody But you can hurt me, C-O-N-C-E-P-T Late night, clock in, shift ten to three See ya roll them hips, I'm tryna pick up Can you do it on a (woo!), I'm tryna get what? Sick fuck, let me get out west But them down south girls still shake the best (shake it) Now break that off, his ankles can't take it Knees all weak, legs shaking HB hold me up, I'm tryna get rocked on Get mopped on This my song Beat goes on So baby, don't quit Act like you riding a stick Act like you riding a (stick) Act like you riding a Stop acting, come ride on a nigga Let me see ya say Pump, pump, pump it up Pump, pump, pump, pump it up (go, go) Pump, pump, pump it up Pump, pump, pump, pump it up Let me see ya say Pump, pump, pump it up Pump, pump, pump, pump it up (go, go) Pump, pump, pump it up Pump, pump, pump, pump it up Go Selle, it's ya birthday Go Whitney, it's ya birthday Go Tammy, it's ya birthday It's ya birthday, it's ya birthday Go Mani, it's ya birthday Go Mickey, it's ya birthday Go Cindy, it's ya birthday It's ya birthday, it's ya birthday Go, go like it's yo' birthday Go, go like it's yo' birthday Go, go like it's yo' birthday Go, go like it's yo' birthday Go, go like it's yo' birthday Go, go like it's yo' birthday Go, go like it's yo' birthday And you know we don't give a fuck, it's not yo' birthday
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