Proof - Gurls With Da Boom lyrics

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Proof - Gurls With Da Boom lyrics

[whispered] Yo' collar, pop yo' collar Pop yo' collar, pop yo' collar [Chorus 2X: Proof] We like the girls, the girls that go boom I like the girls, the girls that go boom That's all I want so fellas make room I want the girl, the girl with the boom [Proof] Party and bullsh** the night away Find a little hole for the hideaway Livin every second like a holiday The fun don't stop her nowaday Especially since I hooked up with Dr. Dre Now b**hes "Lean Back" and they rock away Hella game plus s**, she got the play "BRRING BRRING!" (Can I s** your co*k today?) Yes you may babe, do lots of things What good is havin a head and not no brains? She asked me if I know 50 and who made "Tipsy" Quick to get with me, quicker to get busy She dizzy cause the Issey smell good on me Plus she love to f**, I mean the hood won't leave Headed out the door and she pullin on my sleeve Rubbin on my dick, b**h feelin that E [Chorus] [Proof] Sippin the Moet Rose mixed with pu-ssy Puffin the loosey, our frames by Gucci She wanna roll with me cause I got major dough Tell every ho up in here, you my favorite though I know you s** dick, well that's my accusation I'm really wonderin if you acceptin applications I like them facin forward chicks with the bar bellies I pa** them young hoes off to Mr. R. Kelly Gimme a bad b**h, that can make her a** shake I don't want you nasty, I want you nas-tay My last day on earth I'll be f**in a freak That spend a half an hour just s**in my meat (yeahhh) She don't even know me, said she love me so She a dimepiece, so far from an ugly ho If you drop-dead gorgeous I won't stand you up Yeah you shake it like Beyonce but can you f**? [Chorus] [Proof] I been doin the Earl Flynt since about '88 A lot of people here wanna trade my place Got a extra room where your babe can wait These ain't Air Force Ones, these are Babe & Ace {?} Straight from the (Shop) got the (Candy) s** I'm a (Hot Boy) on beats like Mannie Fresh Her lips real big, hips real big Tits real big, everything's real big I'm rich b*tch, and these are real diamonds She ain't even keep up with the cars that I'm drivin Know what you like so I'ma give it a twist You hypnotic baby when you swivel them hips I'm the game in the physical so listen to this Never catch feelings when I'm dissin a b**h Ain't tippin a trick cause I'ma bone for free All I'm sayin right now who goin home with me, cause. [Chorus] [whispered] Pop yo' collar, pop yo' collar Pop yo' collar, pop yo' collar [Outro] Hey that's gonna wrap it up Let's hear it for Big Proof, our special guest today Hey, we gonna get up out of here Gotta change the name of this town back to where we found it We found it at Motown, that's where we gotta leave it! Motown, and like we always say Sugar is sugar, salt is salt If you didn't get off today, it's not our fault

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