Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Namaste , by - bbno$. Song from the album Bb Steps, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 11.07.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: NO
Song language: English
Namaste |
| Boy you hit, flip the case |
| Gucci bib, wait (wait) |
| Diamond brace, sip a fifth |
| Namaste, wait (wait) |
| Booty thick, met her kid |
| No damn way, yeah (yeah) |
| Couple checks, on my wrist |
| I’m okay, yeah (huh) |
| Broke my wrist wrist wrist, getting paid, yeah |
| Don’t dismiss Big Trippy, ride the the wave, yeah |
| Me and baby getting money, now we faded |
| I don’t need nobody else we getting famous |
| So I’m posted with your mommy |
| Popping bubbly, lay the pipe |
| She tryna cuff me, don’t be sussy |
| Last years wrist was kinda crusty |
| Now we shining in a Chevy |
| Baby Gravy slightly trendy |
| Hit the defrost, mighty icy |
| Hit the zoo, that cougar feisty |
| She took my pants, she made me dance, she joust my lance |
| I hit my branch, I store a check, I run a rack |
| I’m kinda dry, I need some sauce, a dab of ranch |
| Them China money, China hunnies, in a trance (bbno$) |
| Wrist on my wrist |
| Pass it to Gravy, dunk on your bitch |
| It’s an assist |
| Clout be a gift, run up the thrift |
| Flow be so swift |
| Stacking this money, high like a cliff, yeah |
| I be so smooth |
| Same as the Jiff, no time for a glitch, baby |
| Big cup, two sips |
| Half full, gassed up |
| Two checks, one banks |
| Half full, gassed up |
| Big thot, good brain |
| Relay, gassed up |
| Baby, Rich |
| Trippy, gassed up |
| Boy you hit, flip the case |
| Gucci bib, wait (wait) |
| Diamond brace, sip a fifth |
| Namaste, wait (wait) |
| Booty thick, met her kid |
| No damn way, yeah (yeah) |
| Couple checks, on my wrist |
| I’m okay, yeah (huh) |
| Broke my wrist wrist wrist, getting paid, yeah |
| Don’t dismiss Big Trippy, ride the the wave, yeah |
| Me and baby getting money, now we faded |
| I don’t need nobody else we getting famous |
| With a wrist like this |
| You would think yo bitch |
| Would be all on this |
| But I don’t want that |
| I don’t let no hoes |
| Get up on my bros |
| Cause I love myself |
| And I got one back |
| Home and I’m hopin she still gonna feel for me |
| Love doesn’t fade in a day, nah |
| Tired of working this job like I know |
| I deserve more than minimum wage, yeah |
| Get with the program, uh |
| Need them checks and I need more bands |
| Need my wrist so frozen, uh |
| Bones all cold cause the chains I’ve chosen |
| Blunts I’m blowing, uh |
| Never seen a bint that big I know it |
| Never stop flowin, uh |
| Down my river, I need my liver |
| Keep going, rolling, never stop roasting |
| Coasting motion, I’m in my zone and I |
| Notice Trippy been golden, bitch I been |
| Throwing curve balls, blunts have been swollen |
| Look at me like, «what's good?» |
| Everything good when you livin' like us |
| Look at me like, «what's good?» |
| Everything good when you livin' like us |
| I been blowing dope, smokin' best smoke that I ever smoked |
| Got me fuckin' chokin', choked up, baby lemme go |
| Hope that you can feel me right now, I guess if you don’t |
| We ain’t gotta work this shit out, I just gotta blow |
| Boy you hit, flip the case |
| Gucci bib, wait (wait) |
| Diamond brace, sip a fifth |
| Namaste, wait (wait) |
| Booty thick, met her kid |
| No damn way, yeah (yeah) |
| Couple checks, on my wrist |
| I’m okay, yeah (huh) |
| Broke my wrist wrist wrist, getting paid, yeah |
| Don’t dismiss Big Trippy, ride the the wave, yeah |
| Me and baby getting money, now we faded |
| I don’t need nobody else we getting famous |
| Bbno$ |
| It’s Jason Rich, baby |