Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song T.M.I , by - B.o.B. Song from the album NAGA, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 04.07.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: No Genre
Song language: English
T.M.I |
| DUI, leave 'em DOA |
| Fuck the FBI |
| Hunnid racks leave 'em BOA |
| Wait, T.M.I |
| Fuck twelve |
| And the CIA and the GBI |
| Post bail |
| Fresh up out the state |
| For the BOI |
| Confiscate a nigga shit |
| Try to make a nigga tell |
| Fuck up out a nigga face |
| Already made bail |
| DUI, leave 'em DOA |
| Fuck the FBI |
| Hunnid racks leave 'em BOA |
| Wait, T.M.I |
| Yeah, fuck twelve |
| Right now, right now |
| We gon' shoot, shoot |
| Knock a fed down, it’s gon' be some trouble |
| Sugar Ray, go hard every round |
| But they still don’t love you |
| 9−11, turn your twin towers to a burning rubble |
| Rock a bed, I don’t stick around, make it hard to cuddle |
| Been a made man, so it’s nothing if I gotta dust you |
| Kung fu, I’mma break the board when I come through |
| I surfed to, single moms tryna be healthy, they shop at Whole Foods |
| These niggas hoes too, huh |
| Look what I go through, huh |
| Eatin' that Nobu, but |
| I ain’t go no boo |
| Drankin' my bottle, drankin' my bottle, huh |
| I feel like Goku, huh |
| You tryna go cool, huh |
| Been poppin' since '02, huh |
| Ocho, cinco |
| I just bought a bank, ho |
| Cain and Abel |
| Every shot is fatal |
| Belly at the table |
| You seen it, you got cable |
| Hop out the grave tomb |
| Ain’t no more slave tunes (Bandz) |
| DUI, leave 'em DOA |
| Fuck the FBI |
| Hunnid racks leave 'em BOA |
| Wait, T.M.I |
| Fuck twelve |
| And the CIA and the GBI |
| Post bail |
| Fresh up out the state |
| For the BOI |
| Confiscate a nigga shit |
| Try to make a nigga tell |
| Fuck up out a nigga face |
| Already made bail |
| DUI, leave 'em DOA |
| Fuck the FBI |
| Hunnid racks leave 'em BOA |
| Wait, T.M.I |
| Fuck twelve, right now, right now |
| Pull up to the club, no pat down, pat down |
| Young nigga got the racks now, like right now |
| This right here gon' make you go dumb, AP shine like the motherfuckin' sun |
| Trap shit, get it trap shit, get it trap shit |
| Ratchet shit, bad bitch, make-it-clap shit |
| Rich bitch on some rich shit, kicking big shit |
| Real slick, on some slick shit, like I’m Slick Rick |
| I do what I wanna, you got, see like my persona |
| She givin' me tat, she wanna kick shit with Big Havi and Bobby |
| But fuck it, I’d rather kick shit with my posse |
| And baby wrap around me like a rib-stick |
| I ball too hard, won’t miss shit |
| Big Havi on the beat, that’s a whole hit |
| Took off on 'em, got 'em like «oh, shit» |
| DUI, leave 'em DOA |
| Fuck the FBI |
| Hunnid racks leave 'em BOA |
| Wait, T.M.I |
| Fuck twelve |
| And the CIA and the GBI |
| Post bail |
| Fresh up out the state |
| For the BOI |
| Confiscate a nigga shit |
| Try to make a nigga tell |
| Fuck up out a nigga face |
| Already made bail |
| DUI, leave 'em DOA |
| Fuck the FBI |
| Hunnid racks leave 'em BOA |
| Wait, T.M.I |