Songtexte: Chalie Boy. Bumpa Grill.

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[Chorus:]
I Got My Mind On Forum But Im Swangin The Bumpa Grill [x13]

Aint No Need In Askin Boy Yes Im A Winner Rollin On 24s Wit Vvs And A Spinner Leather Seats And My Name And Dimonds Rest In Tha Center And Tha Only Time This Whip Gettin Caressed Is In Tha Winter Neva A Beginer Im An Iced-Out Champ Lift Tha Braclet On My Wrist And Catch An Iced-Out Cramp Im A Dogg And My Whoffers Barkin Nuthin But Freeon Cuz Its Powered By An Iced-Out Amp.