Bruno Mars - Bubble Butt Song Lyrics

About Bruno Mars: Peter Gene Hernández (born October 8, 1985), better known by his stage name Bruno Mars, is an American singer-songwriter and record producer. Raised in Honolulu, Hawaii by a family of musicians, Mars began making music at a young age. He performed in various musical venues in his hometown throughout his childhood. He graduated from high school and then moved to Los Angeles, California to pursue a musical career. Mars produced songs for other artists, joining production team The Smeezingtons.

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Lyrics:

Bubble butt, bubble, bubble, bubble butt
Bubble butt, bubble, bubble, bubble butt
Bubble butt, bubble, bubble, bubble butt
Turn around, stick it out
Show the world you got a
Bubble butt, bubble, bubble, bubble butt
Bubble butt, bubble, bubble, bubble butt
Bubble butt, bubble, bubble, bubble butt
Turn around, stick it out
Show the world you got it

Wine, go down, turn and flick it
A girl like me know how fi handle oi wicked
One bat, two balls, swing it like cricket
Pull me locks, slap my ass, make me show you how me wicked
Baby baby mek me tell you ’bout the body yah
Make you vibrate like a Nokia
When me whine and bruk off that body yah
Uh huh, even kartel a happy yah

I had a cute thing, buenas noches
By the end of the night my knees are now on your chest
F*ck me bad, let me in, a cardic arrest
Make me come
Make me come
Come, we know you are the best
Who’s bad?
Let me wind upon your cock
Tick-tock-tick, riding the clock
Beat it, beat it, beat it bad, let me show you what I’ve got
I ain’t Snoop Dogg, but I’mma drop it like it’s hot

OK, open up your Bubba Gump, let me see your bumper
The booty so smooth, can’t believe is not butter
I go in from under, she wetter than a surfer
I ate the pussy fast, I’m about to start burpin’
I burp, burp and re-lick the bottom of the surface
I load in my clip in and told her, ‘Don’t get nervous’
I’m a Bang Bang Chiddy, bang, Bang, bang killer
Nipple tit clit licker
Ball like a dribble
Put you in a pickle, nibble on my dickle
Why you’re tripping? I’m a crazy individual
Never do minimum, drive Benz, Bentley too
Damn, bitch, talk much, I don’t want interviews
I’m trying to get into you, into you
Then make you my enemy
Not playing, got the bitch mad
Me don’t like flat screen, ass I need a 3D