Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Bouff Daddy, artist - J Hus. Date of issue: 11.05.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Bouff Daddy |
| And the mandem got it crackin' again |
| And the mandem got it crackin' again |
| And the mandem got it crackin' again |
| And the mandem got it crackin' again |
| I know one thing for certain |
| You better keep your eyes peeled, I’m lurkin' |
| 'Cause I tour the city in an Addison Lee |
| And if I pull up, then it’s curtain |
| I ain’t had a good night sleep since God knows when |
| Keep your eyes peeled, I’m lurkin' |
| When you hear the bad line boomin' |
| You know the money had me ridin' brutal |
| Now they see me and say Bouff Daddy, Bouff Daddy |
| Everywhere I go they say Bouff Daddy, Bouff Daddy |
| In the ends I’m the Bouff Daddy, Bouff Daddy |
| Ya dun kno', ya dun kno' |
| Bonsam I’m tremendous, dress code horrendeous |
| Making six figures moves, we’ve got different agendas |
| This my house, don’t wear your creps on my carpet |
| Life of a misfit, broke nigga forfeit |
| Four figure outfit, three course meal |
| I put my money where my mouth is, no two ways about it |
| Let one nigga doubt it, twenty in the mattress |
| Niggas couldn’t mash this, this is just practice |
| All now I’m getting paid, did I mention? |
| They never used to pay no attention |
| Nowadays I hate the attention |
| Nah lemme be honest, I love it |
| Spend yesterday’s profit and think nothin' of it |
| I know one thing for certain |
| You better keep your eyes peeled, I’m lurkin' |
| 'Cause I tour the city in an Addison Lee |
| And if I pull up, then it’s curtain |
| I ain’t had a good night sleep since God knows when |
| Keep your eyes peeled, I’m lurkin' |
| When you hear the bad line boomin'' |
| You know the money had me ridin' brutal |
| Now they see me and say Bouff Daddy, Bouff Daddy |
| Everywhere I go they say Bouff Daddy, Bouff Daddy |
| In the ends I’m the Bouff Daddy, Bouff Daddy |
| Ya dun kno', ya dun kno' |
| Ooh I’m the Bouff Daddy, baby take a look at me |
| And if this whip gets spun then they’ll throw the book at me |
| And the mandem got it crackin' again |
| And the mandem got it crackin' again |
| Fuck probation, I’m chillin' overseas |
| Everything different 'cause I’m free |
| Buttoned down shirt, make your missus wanna pree |
| Don’t worry, there’s plenty more fishes in the sea |
| It’s okay my brudda, no way they’re badder |
| Dolce &Gabbana, mana clean up nice |
| Make everybody spectate, I’m just playin' chess in my best mate |
| Teach you 'bout check-mate |
| I know one thing for certain |
| You better keep your eyes peeled, I’m lurkin' |
| 'Cause I tour the city in an Addison Lee |
| And if I pull up, then it’s curtain |
| I ain’t had a good night sleep since God knows when |
| Keep your eyes peeled, I’m lurkin' |
| When you hear the bad line boomin' |
| You know the money had me ridin' brutal |
| Now they see me and say Bouff Daddy, Bouff Daddy |
| Everywhere I go they say Bouff Daddy, Bouff Daddy |
| In the ends I’m the Bouff Daddy, Bouff Daddy |
| Ya dun kno', ya dun kno' |
| And the mandem got it crackin' again |
| And the mandem got it crackin' again |
| And the mandem got it crackin' again |
| And the mandem got it crackin' again |