Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Cabo , by - Bankrol Hayden. Release date: 24.06.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Cabo |
| Met a shawty down in Cabo, and she a model |
| Got a villa by the beach, I feel like Pablo |
| Girl, your best friend choosy, you better follow |
| I’m just tryna fuck a redbone like Mulatto |
| Ayy, Nina, I can get you in the states without a visa |
| You know I need ya |
| Put you in the AMG, not a Beamer |
| Let the chopper out, it singin' like Aaliyah |
| That Clase Azul hittin' out the bottle |
| I’m just tryna get behind it like I’m Five-O (Five-O) |
| Me and you, that’s a crazy combo |
| Throwin' money in the air like we hit the lotto |
| Blow somethin' for your lungs, uh |
| Baby, we could do it 'til the sun up (Ah) |
| Let your guard down, put your guns up (Guns up) |
| 'Cause we ain’t gettin' any younger (Younger) |
| Say what’s on your mind, don’t make me wonder (Bitch) |
| Rollin' in the deep, goin' under |
| When I hit, I was thinkin' 'bout my ex |
| I even sent a text in the middle of the sex |
| You remind me of a girl I used to be playin' |
| I know your love is dangerous |
| Met a shawty down in Cabo, and she a model |
| Got a villa by the beach, I feel like Pablo |
| Girl, your best friend choosy, you better follow |
| I’m just tryna fuck a redbone like Mulatto |
| Ayy, Nina, I can get you in the states without a visa |
| You know I need ya |
| Put you in the AMG, not a Beamer |
| Let the chopper out, it singin' like Aaliyah |
| That Clase Azul hittin' out the bottle |
| I’m just tryna get behind it like I’m Five-O (Five-O) |
| Me and you, that’s a crazy combo |
| Throwin' money in the air like we hit the lotto |
| Lamb' truck, I don’t carry keys |
| Gold Rollie sittin' on my wrist just like a parakeet |
| I done threw in my for Amiri jeans |
| Shit, I really made a mil' when I was seventeen, before I had a GED |
| slidin' in that Tahoe through Cabo |
| Spanish bitch in my Monte Carlo, vamos |
| Diamonds changin' different colors like iguanas |
| Stick tucked in my poncho like Chapo |
| You remind me of a girl I used to be playin' |
| I know your love is dangerous |
| Met a shawty down in Cabo, and she a model |
| Got a villa by the beach, I feel like Pablo |
| Girl, your best friend choosy, you better follow |
| I’m just tryna fuck a redbone like Mulatto |
| Ayy, Nina, I can get you in the states without a visa |
| You know I need ya |
| Put you in the AMG, not a Beamer |
| Let the chopper out, it singin' like Aaliyah |
| That Clase Azul hittin' out the bottle |
| I’m just tryna get behind it like I’m Five-O (Five-O) |
| Me and you, that’s a crazy combo |
| Throwin' money in the air like we hit the lotto |