Credits
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Timothy Brooks-Thompson
Songwriter:in
Lyrics
(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
Writer(s): Timothy Brooks-thompson
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