Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Boom Bap, artist - No GenreDate of issue: 24.11.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Boom Bap |
| Bitches kissing and hugging, niggers tripping and bugging |
| You watching mine I’m over grinding, I ain’t quitting for nothing |
| Tell your mothers and uncles, brothers, sisters and cousins |
| My flow so nasty deranged, that nigger tipping disgusting |
| Gotta cripple the game, quit your pulling the table |
| Cause I am clinically insane |
| I go to pushing the button, they get the clicking and busting |
| You get the dipping, the… they get the cliff by the dozen |
| You come up missing for nothing, |
| Hey I can triple your budget, I’m in the bizness of hustling |
| If we ain’t talking about money, I say let’s end the discussion |
| Hate off my shoulders… all the ladies are bless you |
| They all love when I fuck, black… and russian |
| Tell them be easy… mastered the art of seduction |
| I let them blow me so much head, I could catch a concussion |
| 7 chicks in the bed, touch a lick in a second |
| Dick I’m into submission and then I send them… |
| You can say what you like, |
| Do all that… and puffing around away from the pipe |
| Don’t know who get in your… when you sit in your… |
| The great imaginary life you only live on the mike |
| I’m who you’d die to be like, cause I’m so fly… nice |
| To live my life you’d have to try to hit the lottery twice |
| Find it amusing, I’m giggling, what you made me hear |
| … prison, saving my day in a year, nigger |
| Wow, it’s on right now… bang listen |
| No retreat, no surrender, no gimmicks, no hopes, no jokes, no pretenders |
| The… little… defenders… haters all they tempers |
| But tell them phil how they feel, fucking let it go That’s ineffective though, I’m in a… show |
| It’s that incredible and my old special doze, extra flow, quiet dog… |
| Off the chain, I was born unleashed… |
| And I get it how I get it cause I’m from these streets |
| … these niggers… I cut your favorite rhythm… I made this |
| Say it once, say it twice, you made this |
| That’s in a affirmative, word of big bird it is |
| … I got the fire work… |
| You feel it in the chest when the base be bang |
| Yeah and you know my style, I’m from the killer cane… |
| While we turn it on and turn it out |
| … it go on and on and on and on Everybody talking… |
| It’s bob, bobby ray… listen |
| I’m from the city where they hang out on the life pole |
| Trying to get their weight up… |
| I’m talking about the city I take everywhere that I go |
| I do this for the niggers locked in solitary iso |
| Who grew up with colliders… |
| I swear… playing what… |
| Chilling with some fire whose,… |
| Too much pussy on your payroll boy you need to fire whose |
| … cause they… the entire show… |
| I have no arch nemesis, I have no identity |
| I just… in your village… |
| I see you got it out, no need to baby sit |
| I… she say I’m getting cocky, now I say I been a dick, bitch |
| It’s bo, bo, bo, bo, bo, bob… |