Fabolous B.O.M.B.S Lyrics, Paroles

B.O.M.B.S

29 Novembre 2019
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Back on my bullshit

Back to back on my bullshit

Matter fact, that was bullshit

I'm goin' back to back to back on my bullshit

Do it one time, they gon' think it's luck

Gotta hit 'em with the repeat

Do it two times, they gon' still doubt

Aye, now I got a three-peat

Gotta flood the streets till they knee deep

Gotta stay woke, can't be asleep

All this fly shit don't be cheap

All these bad bitches that we keep 'round

Pockets gotta be deep now

Never lose again, live in me, deep down

Gotta keep winning, it's a clean sweep now

Tell her back it up, you hear three beeps now


Big truckload, bitch

Call me Greek Freak, big bucks lil' bitch

Paid in full, Lil' Ace, Lil Mitch

You a R.I.C.O., lower case, you a snitch

Not from Chicago but too shy to speak

Ask where's Waldo, I'm too hide and seek

Move like cargo, I do fly every week

Princes in Lagos, Dubai with sheiks

Everywhere I go, new vibes to freak

Told her I'm Drago, you Apollo Creed

Far as hot cars go, you guys to me

I'm Murcielago and you dry your feet, nigga


I'm that ball in the hood

New Lamb truck got the ball in the hood

Black and red lookin' like the boss of the hood

Twenty threes on it, got the ball sittin' good

This game 6, this can't miss

Shootin' my shot, wrist hang, swish

Ice my shit like I just sprained this

Millie, plain Jane and that bitch stainless

Look, money talk, shorty talkin' this language

Buy her a car, she gon' switch lanes quick

I got shut up money, I don't explain shit

Do you wanna boss up or just change shifts?

Pretty little joint and she gets things lit

Baby got a crew on some Rich Gang shit

PNB and Meek muzzled the same bitch

If you look in her eyes, man, that shit's dangerous, on God

On the gang, on bros

No bullshit, you the one, D. Rose

Pass me Pippen, the long nose

Then it's game over, the horn blows



This the last shot

You tryna be on the team or the mascot?

Wanna be the First Lady or the last thot?

I'm paying Dwayne Wade but I flash knots, whoa

I thought you coulda been Jordan

Found out that you wasn't even Ben Gordon

Next one get flew out, I'm keepin' 'em boardin'

Like Toni Kukoc, I'm foreign importin', yeah


I cannot bullshit on none of y'all

I got a bullseye on some of y'all

I feel like Michael in '95

Back on my bullshit this summer, y'all



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