Lyrics Bombay - Lil Wop, Cuban Doll

Bombay

Wop
Samba Beatz
Ayy, yeah (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
Ayy, Bombay boolin' with your ho, ayy (Yeah)
I’m off all these drugs, it got me feeling slow, ayy (It's Wop, ayy)
Ayy, Lil Wopster done got fifty on his toes, ayy (On my, Wop)
I done got a lil' guap, I need some more, ayy (Ayy)
On the road with your ho, touring, I’m getting dough, ayy (With ya bitch)
I just poured a whole eighth, it got me leaning to the floor, ayy (Actavis)
Lil Wop done got some guap, I need some more, ayy (I need some more, ayy, yeah)
First, they ain’t fuck with me now all these bitches know, ayy (Now these
bitches know, yeah)
All these niggas copy cats, yeah, all these niggas clones (Wop)
I told that bitch to text me, told that bitch, «Don't call my phone»
(Told that bitch, «Don't hit my line»)
Told that bitch, «Don't fall in love,» 'cause Lil Wopster might do her wrong (I
might do that lil' bitch bad)
I’m in love with the drink, I double up my styrofoam (Ayy)
My shoes, they cost a thing or more, I don’t walk cheap (It's Wop)
They be like, «Lil Wop get all the guap,» I got em salty (Yeah)
Ayy, I got think this is yo ho, come tell this thirsty bitch get off me (Wop)
If that nigga want some smoke with Wop that nigga better off me (Pew-pew-pew,
ayy)
I’ma pull up on your block on that hot shit (Skrrt)
I got dirty bullets comin' out the mop stick (Pew-pew-pew, Wop)
Shoot it 'til it’s empty, I’ma air out the whole cartridge (Yeah)
Got alot of ammo for them niggas on that opp shit (Ayy, yeah)
Ayy, Bombay boolin' with your ho, ayy (Yeah)
I’m off all these drugs, it got me feeling slow, ayy (It's Wop, ayy)
Ayy, Lil Wopster done got fifty on his toes, ayy (On my, Wop)
I done got a lil' guap, I need some more, ayy (Ayy)
On the road with your ho, touring, I’m getting dough, ayy (With ya bitch)
I just poured a whole eighth, it got me leaning to the floor, ayy (Actavis)
Lil Wop done got some guap, I need some more, ayy (I need some more, ayy, yeah)
First, they ain’t fuck with me now all these bitches know, ayy (Now these
bitches know, yeah)
Wop and Cuban in this bitch, yeah, we be geekin' (Yeah, Wop)
Pull up to your block, yeah, we be tweakin' (Bitch)
We don’t fuck with coke, these hoes be sneakin' (Hell nah)
I’m a female shooter call me Stojakovic
I’m flyer than a bitch, yeah, yo nigga want a kiss (Yeah)
Diamonds glisten on my neck, my shit is dancing (Ayy)
Bands in my pocket got these hoes prancing (Yeah)
You staying with yo mama, I’m living in a mansion
No, I’m not no school girl but I’m trappin' out the campus (Ayy)
All I want is bread, bitch, like a sandwich (Yeah)
You flexing for the 'gram, I’m doing it for my fam', bitch (Yeah)
Tax a nigga for a show like I’m Uncle Sam, bitch (Yeah, yeah)
Double cup, I’m moving slow, no, this ain’t no Xan, bitch (What? Ayy)
Cuban and Lil Wop, you gotta stan, bitch
Ayy, Bombay boolin' with your ho, ayy (Yeah)
I’m off all these drugs, it got me feeling slow, ayy (It's Wop, ayy)
Ayy, Lil Wopster done got fifty on his toes, ayy (On my, Wop)
I done got a lil' guap, I need some more, ayy (Ayy)
On the road with your ho, touring, I’m getting dough, ayy (With ya bitch)
I just poured a whole eighth, it got me leaning to the floor, ayy (Actavis)
Lil Wop done got some guap, I need some more, ayy (I need some more, ayy, yeah)
First, they ain’t fuck with me now all these bitches know, ayy (Now these
bitches know, yeah)