TAWPO & Post Office Studios - BORA BORA+BETTYBOOP (feat. Khris P & Bujemane)
Foreign bitch, foreign kicks, everything foreign
How I got up in da club brought a .44 in
They thought I was local now I'm world tourin'
Fuckin' on a lil shorty out in Bora Bora
I was born up in dat fye, call it Mordor
And I jus took another class, it was court ordered
I'm finna keep my ten toes on da floor boards
Lil boy I was big booted when dat flight boarded
I stay on my P's & Q's, I'm wit QJ (I'm wit ughh)
FN block spinnin' like a DJ (like a what)
I'ma cross my T's, dot my I's (yuh)
Really on da block screamin' free all my guys (go go)
Ok look, I ain't even need to lie, when I pop whole gang get a piece of dat pie cut
Every single time I beat say it's mine (yuh)
Every time I slide sink my teeth in her thighs (ughh)
And my whole car full of dem vibes (huh)
We ain't goin' back and forth wit da opps (never dat naw)
Made a mess, mop da floor wit dem guys (aye yuh)
My lil bro gon do dem chores he don't argue
I got money I need more when I drop
We be beatin' down da block, can't ignore it when we slide
How the fuck I left da court wit no charges
Fifteen, goin' door to door wit da white
And my whole car full of dem vibes (huh)
We ain't goin' back and forth wit da opps (never dat naw)
Made a mess, mop da floor wit dem guys (aye yuh)
My lil bro gon do dem chores he don't argue
Dat lil boy talk big put a bag on ya head
In dat SRT do da dash on da feds
Why they tryna press me, we gon pass all da tests
We got .223 never lack we gon step
And deez some real VV's they attached to my neck
Ion't need Creatine, we don't cap wit da flex
Why they playin' wit da gang dat shit bad for your health
Who the fuck they call king, gon clash for da belt
Hol' up, oou, fooly got me fucked up fall back
I was, in da field wit a baseball bat
Hol' up, fuck my ex she won't get a call back
This ain't what you call rap lil boy dis is all facts
And deez fooly all cap, they is what we call rats
Twelve hundred all twenties, that ain't what we call racks
You was never in da game, how you finna charge dat
Brand new Glock 17, bet dat bitch all black
Foreign bitch, foreign kicks, everything foreign
How I got up in da club brought a .44 in
They thought I was local now I'm world tourin'
Fuckin' on a lil shorty out in Bora Bora
I was born up in dat fye, call it Mordor
And I jus took another class, it was court ordered
I'm finna keep my ten toes on da floor boards
Lil boy I was big booted when dat flight boarded
("Got me fucked up")
Had to kick my foot up in da door, they ain't wanna let me in
We outside everywhere, they ain't never been
Heard dat you was on last year, where dat cheddar went
Aye yuh, momma nem need a bigger house, better whip
Heard he fell off, need a better group
Walkin' wit a bad long legged bitch, Betty-Boop
Boxes in da house full of kush like I got a loot
Wood that I smoke in da universe, now I'm Groot
Space age pimpin', rain dance wit it
Touchin' all deez numbers like Rain Man fingers
How dat cain been flippin' made my pay a lil bigger
My lil baby she been trippin' made me think a lil different
They like why the fuck you armed, know dem fooly wan harm me
DDT a fuck fooly off deez RP's
Okay all we want is M's we can't never take no L's wit it
Independent, they can't put me on no shelf wit it
Never had a L in my alphabet
Mario wit dem shells, every turtle hit
Your girl do it well, yea she gurgle it
Ion't do Kirby, I jus purple it
She can't name one song but she heard of him
My niggas bootin' up they ain't rockin' timbs
I'm out in New York wit da contraband
Behind dat burglar bar doors, digi-scales, in dem stocking caps
Dat rental coupe trunk full of O's, pull up den we brought it back
Lil bro keep a mop attached, he gon holla back
Heard they caught him lackin', heard he caught a cardiac
Brought a jagged edge, where da party at
Had to kick my foot up in da door, they ain't wanna let me in
We outside everywhere, they ain't never been
Heard dat you was on last year, where dat cheddar went
Aye yuh, momma nem need a bigger house, better whip
Heard he fell off, need a better group
Walkin' wit a bad long legged bitch, Betty-Boop
Prices in da house full of kush like I got a loot
Wood that I smoke in da universe, now I'm Groot
("Man, those lines kill in the Jungle Gym")
Aye TAWPO, I need you to hold dis shit down man, on da Souljas
Pretty Bitch Of The Year man, you feel me, let deez niggas know wassup man
Redzone Soulja, www.redzoneworldwide.com, for uh, the modern day Soulja, you feel me
TAWPO, let deez bitch ass niggas know wassup, for real
Written by:
Alexander Bryant, Austin Howard, Khristyon Ford
Publisher:
Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
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