JG Trigga, Flo Rida - Photobomb lyrics

Bro, did you see that capa chick
Heather tonight?
Yeah dude I think I wanna smash
She was all over me she totally wants it
I mean how could she not?
I basically have an 8 pack
But, I don’t know I’m pretty sure she’s
Hooked up with that D bag, Miles
Last weekend
And I heard he has like crabs or
Something but then again she’s DTF
So whatever man, don’t judge me
Just grab some field, play ball
I just want a shot, I didn’t clear my mind
Maybe play some VP or flip cup
Girls like that shit
Wait, dude, isn’t that Heather right there
Taking a selfie with Flo Rida?
Dude, photobomb!

Photobomb bitches Instagrams
I wanna be a fool, just pint of gram
Remedy in my head
Clear me, dear me, get out of my head
Couple shots in the building right here
Tonight taking selfies right here
End of my rear, go kiss it right there
I’m living it tonight, get off of my hair
I don’t give a damn bout your opinion
Wanna get all of my people singing
Ace it high, all the bitches looking basic
IPhone, android tell them where’s
The place is cooking them pans, pink salmon
Don’t need to rent a car, got that Alamo
Warner Brothers, warn a brother
They calling you
Better hide your bread, they after you

Dude, last night was so epic, true story
I put a Viagra in Kevin’s beer
And he got a raging boner
And then Amber walk up to
Him and couldn’t stop laughing
It was literally the greatest
Moment in my life
You missed it dude, it was pure magic
I thing he went home and cry
That night? What a pussy
I bet his mom should wipe his ass
He’s such a tool
Wherever man, I’m over it, let’s go text him
I just wanna get wasted
And me need get into puum
Wow, look at that milf over there
Taking a selfie wait isn’t that your mom?
Hahah! Photobomb!

Take a picture with the snap
For the night shut
Bright make it bump, make it drop
Till I made this with the sock in a spot
But they tell them don’t stop
Put the miles on the clock
Don’t ever put a nigga on top of the guap
Hit me in the rock, coming out the block
You don’t wanna pop
Pop in a week but it’s pop in the lock
Gotta blow in trees
Try to get up from no guap
Selfie, wealthy, healthy, help me, help you
Help me stop with that Polaroid
Chelsea, Kelsey, Shelby, Melby
Girl you always come from the Polaroid
Miss Flashy wanna patch me
From that part of the front to the back seat
Miss Freaky
Miss Nasty you know she probably
Like 21st Jump Street