Moti - Boom Lyrics

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Boom

Boom Lyrics |
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What Are The Lyrics For Boom By Moti?
Baby got ass like a trunk
Took her from her man, he a punk She got a body like Baywatch I met her at the Playhouse Ten bottles, bought ten more Told her move her ass to the tempo Is you really with the shit, though? Really, is you really with the shit, though? We got champagne and vodka Goons with me if they need a problem F*ck niggas hate, real niggas get money All muhfucking day Baby drop it to the ground like yass, bitch Back it up like yass, bitch After the club, I'm smashin' We'll come home and you pass it Baby girl, please please, baby don't leave You got that booty booty boom bam ba Baby give me that boom bam ba Baby girl, please please, baby don't leave You got that booty booty boom bam ba Baby give me that boom bam ba Shorts off, batti ryda She a make buggin' eyes, me no even give a f*ck She a swallow a lot of sign dolla, what you a ga do? Take her roadside, go smash it pon di avenue Two of my bitches in the club Me introduce them to each other, other, other Man a gyal dis and mi stand to forever Girl please, baby don't leave You got that booty booty boom bam ba Baby give me that boom bam ba Baby girl, please please, baby don't leave You got that booty booty boom bam ba Baby give me that boom bam ba |
Who Wrote Boom By Moti?
Ayodeji Ibrahim Balogun, Kemar Donaldson, Tyrone Griffin, Philip Meckseper, Timo Romme, Thomas Wesley Pentz
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What's The Duration Of The Boom By Moti?The duration of Boom is 3:07 minutes and seconds. |
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