Ryan Bowers – ’92

Ryan Bowers '92

Ryan Bowers – ’92 Lyrics

Artist: Ryan Bowers
Song: ’92

I came, I came, I came to rock, I came to rock the house tonight too
Born in ’94, this sound like ’92
Everything around me the cash rules
But I’m out here makin’ moves and sh#t

Still I bum stickity bum stickity f#ck yo’ b#tch
Now who came to rock the house tonight? You, you
Who came to rock the house tonight? You, you
I bum stickity bum stickity bust my nut

All on your girlfriend’s face, while I smack her butt
Make her do gymnastics, while I’m in those guts
And she gave me gas money, I spent that on blunts, aw yeah
And I f#cked her at your mom’s house

I peed on your toothbrush and mobbed out
But I had no condom, oh jeez
I hope this b#tch doesn’t have a disease, God damnit
But I don’t know what the plan is

No major labels f#ckin’ with me, guess we independent
Shout out to Mr. Cannon, shout out Tre Boog though
I hit the club on a skateboard and still pull hoes
Better watch out for my gang, they gon’ bring the bang

Hella Mary Jane, hella propane, gassin’
On the freeway dippin’, stolen whippin’ but I’m white
Police ain’t trippin’, yeah
Born in ’94, this sound like ’92

Everything around me the cash rules
But I’m out here makin’ moves and sh#t
Still I bum stickity bum stickity f#ck yo’ b#tch
Now who came to rock the house tonight? You, you

Who came to rock the house tonight? You, you
Yeah, it’s five hundred for a ad-lip
For you #ss backward #ss rappin’ #ss has-beens
Better watch yo’ f#ckin’ mouth

Got a full squad of criminals down to rob a house
It can be yours, seen it before
But I was on tour, I got alibis, wh#re
I get paid cash ‘fore I even see a door

f#ckin’ b#tches every night and they all so gorgeous, damn
I’m the motherf#ckin’ man
But can’t afford a pound, smokin’ weed by the gram, God damn
b#tch, I wish you would

Tryna come around here talkin’ ’bout that I went Hollywood
Just ’cause I’m f#ckin’ model b#tches
b#tch, better mind yo’ business
Never do pay attention to the hate, I’m politickin’

Can’t front on my ambition, I ain’t here to kick it
Better make a donation if you plannin’ on fellowshippin’, ugh
Born in ’94, this sound like ’92
Everything around me the cash rules

But I’m out here makin’ moves and sh#t
Still I bum stickity bum stickity f#ck yo’ b#tch
Now who came to rock the house tonight? You, you
Who came to rock the house tonight? You, you
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Release Year: 2015