| I’m out in Boca Raton
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| I’m sippin' Roca Patron
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| I got this chick on the phone
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| Talkin' 'bout life and how I just ain’t right for her
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| I been inclined to agree
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| 'Cause all I been doin' is me, now
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| I can’t be your one, baby girl—nah
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| But I play the two or the three, now
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| Give her the dick and I’m gone
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| I’m like a tickin' time bomb
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| I’m on the road, grind time for the dough, it’s my time
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| She cheer me on—pom-poms
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| She good for the soul, she good for the mind
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| She help me get found—TomTom
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| She help me eat clean—balsamic
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| She might end up meetin' my mama
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| Let’s take it back like western time zones
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| Used to call you up to share my milestones
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| Now you hear my voice and sound annoyed
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| Might as well be talkin' to the dial tone
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| I been living dreams, it ain’t what it seems
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| Splittin' at the seam when it—
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| Splittin' at the seam when it come to you
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| I’m out in Boca Raton
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| I’m sippin' Roca Patron
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| I got this chick on the phone
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| Talkin' 'bout life and how I just ain’t right for her
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| I been inclined to agree
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| 'Cause all I been doin' is me, now
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| I can’t be your one, baby girl—nah
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| But I play the two or the three, now
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| Ayy, I flew out to Boca Raton (Yeah)
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| Had to meet my nigga Bas (Uh)
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| He took a break from the road (Yeah)
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| Decided to party with Cozz
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| Had to get 'way from the cold (Right)
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| The winter was killin' my vibe
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| Just got off the phone with J. Cole
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| Told him that I’m with the guys (Wooh, wooh, wooh)
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| Look in my eye, I’m seein' life through Versace (Ayy)
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| Dippin' in the Mazi, 'bout to eat Hibachi
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| Now with the pass the Courvoisier (Ayy)
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| Sippin' 'til I’m sloppy (Ayy, ayy), fuck her 'til she lock knees
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| I put a hurtin' on her 'nani (Yeah)
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| Anaconda through her body, got her screamin', «Golly!»
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| Dale boom dale (Huh)
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| She a work of art like a Salvador Dali (Ayy, ayy)
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| It’s like a Prada robbery
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| Nothing but designer when you go shoppin'
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| You want the Zonda or 'Rari?
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| We could get both so you know this shit poppin' (Ayy, ayy)
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| Feelin' like Tommy
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| In Belly when Keisha and him got it poppin' (Ayy, ayy)
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| Put her head in my tummy
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| Boca Raton, I ain’t leavin' this party (Ayy, ayy)
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| I can’t help the way you think when I’m not with you
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| I’m not with the way you think when I’m not with you
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| Baby, we know just what we got
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| Only we know just what we got
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| I can’t help the way you think when I’m not with you
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| I’m not with the way you think when I’m not with you
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| Baby, we know just what we got
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| Only we know just what we got
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| I’m out in Boca Raton
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| I’m sippin' Roca Patron
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| I got this chick on the phone
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| Talkin' 'bout life and how I just ain’t right for her
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| I been inclined to agree
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| 'Cause all I been doin' is me, now
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| I can’t be your one, baby girl—nah
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| But I play the two or the three, now
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| Fiends |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Boca Raton , by - Bas. Song from the album Milky Way, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп