Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Bong In The Booth 1, artist - RUCCI. Date of issue: 25.06.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Bong In The Booth 1 |
| Why the fuck I ain’t gotta deal, why I ain’t signed yet |
| Real shit |
| My little homie buying pills, just to hit the field |
| Fuck that, I need a deal |
| It’s a muthafuckin shame, aye these niggas tryna merge in my lane |
| My name ain’t Dennis, but I’m a menace with that cane |
| Oh you ain’t get it, that just went over your brain |
| What’s my mothafuckin name, my name’s Juan |
| I stay calm, I promise I don’t say none |
| This K drum, a make a nigga day calm |
| A brave heart, but I’m known to break hearts |
| Play it smart, I’m a teach if you reach |
| Come across beach, got everything that you need |
| You know me, bitch I bang what I bleed |
| I-N-G-L-E-W-O-O-D, R-U Double C-I |
| Strapped up in the V-I-P, just like T. I |
| On Norf, this a freestyle, meanwhile |
| These niggas throwing bricks, I’m getting rebounds |
| You see how these bitches riding dick, they wanna be down |
| Nigga thats just how it goes, wasn’t raised to be no hoe |
| These niggas don’t want no smoke |
| man, 5th floor, I’m coming through your window |
| I cannot lose faith, I’m the mothafuckin shit bro |
| Aye my little homie popped pills, just to hit the field |
| Man this shit getting real, I’m tryna stop leanin |
| So I feel what he feel, fuck that I need a mothafuckin deal |
| I’m talking comma after comma, I’ll be smoking on that bomb like Osama |
| I’ll be front lining, posted with that choppa |
| I’m tryna cop a Benz for my momma, and my llama |
| You don’t get it, you don’t pay attention |
| I’m a mothafuckin boss, you better not play with midget |
| I’ll have a nigga lost, leave a nigga missing |
| Mothafuck recess, I was in detention |
| Okay I’m lost in the booth, dripping sauce in the booth |
| Got my bong in the booth, all I talk is the truth |
| I got my bong in the booth, I call this bong in the booth |
| Tripping on myself, I ain’t planned this |
| If the bitch keep talking, I’m a park her like Candice |
| I fuck you when I want, you a fan bitch |
| I’m busy counting bands, I ain’t tryna be romantic |
| I’m like throw it back Atlantic, I said throw it back Atlantic |
| My nigga Tuck still making plays with |
| Man oh man, and niggas still scamming |
| No rap capping, in the booth just laughing |
| Thinking ‘bout the days, me and Mackk was still bracking |
| Yeah I’m lost in the booth, dripping sauce in the booth |
| Bong in the booth, all I talk is the truth |
| I got my bong in the booth, I call this bong in the booth |
| I’m tryna cop a Benz for my momma and my llama |
| You don’t get it, you don’t pay attention |
| Bong in the booth, I call this bong in the booth |
| They call me RuccDawg baby, they call me RuccDawg baby |
| That’s on Norf, that was a freestyle, on my momma |
| I ain’t wrote shit down since High School |
| And uh, I’m a drop out, but I’m rocking out |
| With my clout, rocking out with my cock out |
| Pulling a lot of guap out, bitch, 2019 |
| Tako’s Son |