Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Boca Raton, artist - Bas. Album song Milky Way, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 23.08.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Dreamville, Interscope
Song language: English
Boca Raton |
| I’m out in Boca Raton |
| I’m sippin' Roca Patron |
| I got this chick on the phone |
| Talkin' 'bout life and how I just ain’t right for her |
| I been inclined to agree |
| 'Cause all I been doin' is me, now |
| I can’t be your one, baby girl—nah |
| But I play the two or the three, now |
| Give her the dick and I’m gone |
| I’m like a tickin' time bomb |
| I’m on the road, grind time for the dough, it’s my time |
| She cheer me on—pom-poms |
| She good for the soul, she good for the mind |
| She help me get found—TomTom |
| She help me eat clean—balsamic |
| She might end up meetin' my mama |
| Let’s take it back like western time zones |
| Used to call you up to share my milestones |
| Now you hear my voice and sound annoyed |
| Might as well be talkin' to the dial tone |
| I been living dreams, it ain’t what it seems |
| Splittin' at the seam when it— |
| Splittin' at the seam when it come to you |
| I’m out in Boca Raton |
| I’m sippin' Roca Patron |
| I got this chick on the phone |
| Talkin' 'bout life and how I just ain’t right for her |
| I been inclined to agree |
| 'Cause all I been doin' is me, now |
| I can’t be your one, baby girl—nah |
| But I play the two or the three, now |
| Ayy, I flew out to Boca Raton (Yeah) |
| Had to meet my nigga Bas (Uh) |
| He took a break from the road (Yeah) |
| Decided to party with Cozz |
| Had to get 'way from the cold (Right) |
| The winter was killin' my vibe |
| Just got off the phone with J. Cole |
| Told him that I’m with the guys (Wooh, wooh, wooh) |
| Look in my eye, I’m seein' life through Versace (Ayy) |
| Dippin' in the Mazi, 'bout to eat Hibachi |
| Now with the pass the Courvoisier (Ayy) |
| Sippin' 'til I’m sloppy (Ayy, ayy), fuck her 'til she lock knees |
| I put a hurtin' on her 'nani (Yeah) |
| Anaconda through her body, got her screamin', «Golly!» |
| Dale boom dale (Huh) |
| She a work of art like a Salvador Dali (Ayy, ayy) |
| It’s like a Prada robbery |
| Nothing but designer when you go shoppin' |
| You want the Zonda or 'Rari? |
| We could get both so you know this shit poppin' (Ayy, ayy) |
| Feelin' like Tommy |
| In Belly when Keisha and him got it poppin' (Ayy, ayy) |
| Put her head in my tummy |
| Boca Raton, I ain’t leavin' this party (Ayy, ayy) |
| I can’t help the way you think when I’m not with you |
| I’m not with the way you think when I’m not with you |
| Baby, we know just what we got |
| Only we know just what we got |
| I can’t help the way you think when I’m not with you |
| I’m not with the way you think when I’m not with you |
| Baby, we know just what we got |
| Only we know just what we got |
| I’m out in Boca Raton |
| I’m sippin' Roca Patron |
| I got this chick on the phone |
| Talkin' 'bout life and how I just ain’t right for her |
| I been inclined to agree |
| 'Cause all I been doin' is me, now |
| I can’t be your one, baby girl—nah |
| But I play the two or the three, now |
| Fiends |