Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Roo Doo, artist - bbno$. Album song Recess, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 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) |