Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Bootleg Cable, artist - Dom Kennedy. Date of issue: 29.10.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Bootleg Cable |
| Chilling at the house watching bootleg cable |
| Chilling at the house watching bootleg cable |
| Yea, check this out, aye |
| I brought the first Puerto Rican here and put her in the club |
| But niggas they don’t wanna give me props, they like scrubs |
| Mo Money playing on T.V. a nigga buzzed |
| If I say I love you baby then it’s the drugs |
| It’s not a chick that’s controlling me |
| I got her naked laying on the phone with me |
| Texting me while she listening to Jodeci |
| When I’m out it’s hard not to notice me |
| I got my Yankee hat, wearing all black |
| Camo rag around my neck it’s a cold fact |
| Reagan sold drugs and my phone tapped |
| Other People’s Money, can’t get low on that |
| So fuck you A&R's and you sneak dissers |
| This one for my niggas, gotta keep a pistol |
| I’m the one grinding with you |
| Yeah |
| And profiling still a issue |
| My Monte Carlo got current tags |
| If I’m off Vernon Ave, I’m close to the pad |
| I’m good with the weed, I don’t need wax |
| I like em kinda thick, little baby phat |
| Skinny girls freaky, yea I knew a couple |
| Late night maneuvers, staying out of trouble |
| Just a pinky ring on a day I’m subtle |
| Bootleg Cable watching I was younger |
| I liked the Big Poppa video, that shit was jumping |
| I need to smoke with Lil' Cease, wanna tell him something |
| I was sad when Biggie died, LA niggas loved him |
| Don’t believe the hype, we shall overcome this |
| Chilling at the house watching bootleg cable |
| Yea |
| I let my rap talk for me |
| My stack talk for me |
| I’m back still guilty, kill a hater for no fee |
| Yea |
| Accurate from the nose bleed |
| Different rose, same concrete this is poetry |
| Chilling at the house watching bootleg cable |
| Yea |
| I let my rap talk for me |
| My stack talk for me |
| I’m back still guilty, kill a hater for no fee |
| Yea |
| I’m accurate from the nose bleed |
| Different rose, same concrete |
| This is a message from the president |
| All you busters gotta go |
| Haha |
| All you hoes |
| Gotta take culinary class or some shit |
| Yea |
| Expeditiously like that… haha |
| Like that nigga T. I, P. would say, you know |
| Aye |
| Don’t be tryna skip class |
| Nah |
| Chilling at the house watching bootleg cable |
| WTF fuck |
| What is this shit Luke’s Peep Show? |
| Coming in blurry |
| Fucking remote broke |
| Need some new batteries |