Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Roo Doo , by - bbno$. Song from the album Recess, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 24.01.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: NO
Song language: English
Roo Doo |
| She gotta fitness, fat ass, tryna do some business |
| Let me whip it, arm big, damn I eat my spinach |
| Drop a hitta, breaking, records like I’m Guinness |
| Like 'em basic, sevens, so I’m really 'bout my litness, aye! |
| And I’m hot for quiche, so I’m after money |
| Bringing out the leash, and it was your mommy’s |
| And she want the 'D', but it wasn’t sunny |
| (ayy, what? sorry but umm) |
| Getting all this money |
| So I might just change name to something punny |
| Baby with the money, put it on my name |
| Like why you tryna ball with me, I created this game |
| I’m sinkin' three’s from half court |
| While I’m wearing a 40 pound chain |
| Out in china, getting couple bags |
| I feel like Santa, lemme check the tag |
| And thotties on my mind, I’m at the stake |
| Blame it on the lag, I see you’re dying from the vape |
| You call me goat for your escape |
| I’m dripping so much, made a lake |
| Betty Crocker how I whip my wrist, I made a cake |
| How I wish I really had my fits, a Bathing Ape |
| Baby flowing crazy like linguist, Bolognese |
| Pull up on, I’ll pop you like a zit, Johnny Cage |
| Blood clot, big thot, I ain’t fazed, yea |
| Two wrists, big nerf, do not play, yea |
| Don’t trip, New Balance, purple with the Suede, yuh |
| Yo baby like what you even sayin'? |
| She gotta fitness, fat ass, tryna do some business |
| Let me whip it, arm big, damn I eat my spinach |
| Drop a hitta, breaking, records like I’m Guinness |
| Like 'em basic, sevens, so I’m really 'bout my litness, aye! |
| And I’m hot for quiche, so I’m after money |
| Bringing out the leash, and it was your mommy’s |
| And she want the 'D', but it wasn’t sunny |
| (ayy, what? sorry but umm) |
| Big bag, hit a nice store, fuck a price tag |
| Tick tock, check my wrist walk, check the ice age |
| Duck cops, scope a 12 Gauge, that’s a head shot |
| Jump pad, now I’m on top, do you aim bot? |
| Where we gonna drop? |
| (drop) |
| Tilted got me locked (locked) |
| I’m flaming all these scrubby players on my desktop (yeah) |
| I’m sick and tired of thots, they don’t know when to stop |
| Won’t she ever stop? |
| (pew, pew, pew, pew) |
| Couple haters calling, and I do not wanna talk |
| She tryna pipe it up on me, but you know I gotta walk |
| Enamel on my teeth and yeah of course I brush my teeth |
| And then I heard you want some beef |
| So I’mma chomp you up like meat |
| And I know I got the key because your girlies on her knee |
| She be like praying up to me askin' me how’d I make it G |
| Sip a little tea, I’d rather work it with some speed |
| My money growin' on a tree, this baby don’t do it for free |
| She gotta fitness, fat ass, tryna do some business |
| Let me whip it, arm big, damn I eat my spinach |
| Drop a hitta, breaking, records like I’m Guinness |
| Like 'em basic, sevens, so I’m really 'bout my litness, aye! |
| And I’m hot for quiche, so I’m after money |
| Bringing out the leash, and it was your mommy’s |
| And she want the 'D', but it wasn’t sunny |
| (ayy, what? sorry but umm) |