Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Boom Bap, artist - Ground Up. Date of issue: 21.10.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Boom Bap |
| Look, yeah! |
| This is boom bap, boom rap, prove that, cool cast |
| Too smooth, yelling, screw you to the new jack |
| Big splif, misfit, outcast, outlast, anything |
| You say you can catch me but I doubt that, |
| doubt that, doubt that! |
| Cuz you don’t want a part of me, man |
| I got some, now I’m working trying to get more |
| And loosings never a part of the plan |
| So I suggest that you be careful what you wish for |
| Shawty wana fuck, monotonous hypothesis |
| Eight bad bitches, I call the getting octopuss |
| Yeah, I’m diabolical, Maniacal |
| Shout out to the maniac, |
| I’m a damn brainiac, that is undeniable! |
| Haters wish the flow up |
| You fool ass reflux |
| Make a nigga throw up, grow up! |
| About to start to grow up, cold up! |
| We blow crap, you blow cock |
| I overcharge like Papa Lock |
| I’m B rabbit, you poppa doc |
| Told your bitch to come along |
| cause I’m fitting to party hop |
| To keep it cool |
| You fucking with some rough guys |
| That we keep it smooth |
| Tough guy, that’s a fair warning |
| Who you Tylers think you’re talking? |
| Backyard brawling, I just frontlaning |
| You see the band wagging |
| You could go and hop on it |
| My friends hot sauce it, and I put that on everything |
| Like the wedding ring. |
| Put your medal in! |
| This is boom bap, boom rap, prove that, cool cast |
| Too smooth, yelling, screw you to the new jack |
| Big splif, misfit, outcast, outlast, anything |
| You say you can catch me but I doubt that, |
| doubt that, doubt that! |
| Cuz you don’t want a part of me, man |
| I got some, Now I’m working trying to get more |
| And loosings never a part of the plan |
| So I suggest that you be careful what you wish for |
| Easy does it bitches never hard to keep it real |
| North Philly, but tonight is Margarita ville |
| I’m still ill on time, I’m the real deal |
| With dead Presidents, people say I killed Bill |
| Without a Monica, I’m often. |
| Cause I’ve been known to hit the spot hotter than Nevada does |
| From the bottom now name keep popping up |
| I was just a fan in the stands with binoculars. |
| Trying to get my hands on the phantom at the opera |
| Rolls Royce, no choice, now I’m never out of luck |
| When I was grind’n for them scraps and my stomach hurt |
| I never looked to Jesus Christ, I thought of Shuttles Worth |
| I thought of Ground Up, shout out my conglomerate |
| Shout out to my drug dealers, shout out to the college kids |
| Do your thing, most plans can’t last |
| Cause a man always wants what a man can’t have! |
| This is boom bap, boom rap, prove that, cool cast |
| Too smooth, yelling, screw you to the new jack |
| Big splif, misfit, outcast, outlast, anything |
| You say you can catch me but I doubt that, |
| doubt that, doubt that! |
| Cuz you don’t want a part of me, man |
| I got some, and I’m working trying to get more |
| And loosings never a part of the plan |
| So I suggest that you be careful what you wish for |
| Supernatural |
| Seventeen eleven |
| Top to bottom |
| Yeah |
| Been working too hard for too long man |
| Yeah, Uh |
| Supernatural, Supernatural, Supernatural, Supernatural |
| Supernatural, Supernatural, Supernatural, Supernatural |
| Frauds ain’t factual |
| Check out my functuay |
| One Seven |