Bumline
This one for the cheerleaders
This one for the people in the stands
This one for the real niggas
Typa shit that only they'll understand
This one for the feel good
This one sound real good
This one for the
This one for the people in the stands
Get your hands up
Up, up, up high
Take this time to party with your Fucked up life
I grew up round parents that would Fuck each other's wives
And they'd let 'em just to be the ones To fuck each other's lives
Alright, yeah
Yeah, enough of that
Lone wolf, ain't weed, then fuck the Pack
Black boy, blonde hair, bet they lovin That
Till shit be seemin too fair then they Take it back
Put your hands up
Up up up high
And wave em around like you ain't say You wanna die
Like ten ago
On the phone
Cryin to ya momma on the side of the Road
Sayin that you hating spendin every Night you have alone
This one is for you, baby
Don't you let it get mistaken, nah
This one for you
Yeah, this one for you
So come on sing it wit me tell me how That shit go
This one for the cheerleaders
This one for the people in the stands
This one for the real niggas
Typa shit that only they'll understand
This one for the feel good
This one sound real good
This one for the
This one for the people in the stands
And I said hit me bitch
So I can swing
Harder than a Mike Tyson and still be Freer than that Britney bitch
How many times I gotta tell y'all I ain't Quintonthekid
Reintroduce myself, it's muthafuckin Whitney, bitch
This shit is in me, bitch
It ain't july no mo, but shit I spit still Hot as if my mind a fuckin chimney, Bitch
Yeah
Smoke is pourin out of my ears just like a cartoon
High fumes
I feel like i'm the owner of Tom and Jerry
I caught you
Got you
Right in my sight
Have my gun
Peek at you and then I call it a night
Nah, I'm lyin
But if I'm tried, I know a few guys that Might
But that's up in the air in case the feds Are in here tonight
This one for the cheerleaders
This one for the people in the stands
This one for the real niggas
Typa shit that only they'll understand
This one for the feel good
This one sound real good
This one for the
This one for the people in the stands
This one for the people in the stands
This one for the real niggas
Typa shit that only they'll understand
This one for the feel good
This one sound real good
This one for the
This one for the people in the stands
Get your hands up
Up, up, up high
Take this time to party with your Fucked up life
I grew up round parents that would Fuck each other's wives
And they'd let 'em just to be the ones To fuck each other's lives
Alright, yeah
Yeah, enough of that
Lone wolf, ain't weed, then fuck the Pack
Black boy, blonde hair, bet they lovin That
Till shit be seemin too fair then they Take it back
Put your hands up
Up up up high
And wave em around like you ain't say You wanna die
Like ten ago
On the phone
Cryin to ya momma on the side of the Road
Sayin that you hating spendin every Night you have alone
This one is for you, baby
Don't you let it get mistaken, nah
This one for you
Yeah, this one for you
So come on sing it wit me tell me how That shit go
This one for the cheerleaders
This one for the people in the stands
This one for the real niggas
Typa shit that only they'll understand
This one for the feel good
This one sound real good
This one for the
This one for the people in the stands
And I said hit me bitch
So I can swing
Harder than a Mike Tyson and still be Freer than that Britney bitch
How many times I gotta tell y'all I ain't Quintonthekid
Reintroduce myself, it's muthafuckin Whitney, bitch
This shit is in me, bitch
It ain't july no mo, but shit I spit still Hot as if my mind a fuckin chimney, Bitch
Yeah
Smoke is pourin out of my ears just like a cartoon
High fumes
I feel like i'm the owner of Tom and Jerry
I caught you
Got you
Right in my sight
Have my gun
Peek at you and then I call it a night
Nah, I'm lyin
But if I'm tried, I know a few guys that Might
But that's up in the air in case the feds Are in here tonight
This one for the cheerleaders
This one for the people in the stands
This one for the real niggas
Typa shit that only they'll understand
This one for the feel good
This one sound real good
This one for the
This one for the people in the stands
Credits
Writer(s): Quinton Munday
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