Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Boom Bap, artist - SapDate of issue: 03.03.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Boom Bap |
| Yeah, and I know you from where? |
| I don’t know you man |
| I’m more fly than how fast time pass |
| Relax out in palm beach while I palm ass |
| She a bad bitch over there with a wine glass |
| If anybody smashed I’ll be damned if I’m last |
| I love hitting big booty bitches |
| That love to watch Love and Hip-Hop |
| I love to run in flip flops only rolling with big shots |
| Car dealerships the only time I shop at big lots |
| And any time that I start dropping boy you don’t get hot |
| Hoes know my name well like they birth me |
| One bitch acting new and never heard me |
| I’m well hydrated I never was thirsty |
| A white bitch with a black eye never was Fergie |
| These niggas beating hoes down like pow |
| And every time I see it go down I’m like «wow» |
| And anyways we need a bunch of bottles right now |
| My ears ringing yo I mean it’s quite loud |
| But still |
| Hit-Boy turned a little to a lot |
| Throw it in the grease watch it sizzle in the pot |
| Dribbling the rocks send a signal to the spot |
| Get banged for your bucks and a missile at your top |
| HB run the route, still busting moves like Joe Jackson child |
| Sub on loud while we puffing on loud |
| The market dirty, need a clean up on the aisle |
| Copped the whole thing though, go half or nothing |
| She gonna go fast like Bo Jackson rushing |
| BC in the white Benz, pulling up thumping |
| And we go back like 4 flats on a bucket |
| Out the sunroof screaming fuck it |
| Out in public you gotta love it |
| The days when we was younger was the roughest |
| Now it’s nothing to hit the mall and go stupid |
| Plugged in the game and we still got it zoomin |
| I can’t say I got attention hyperactive disorder |
| All the water broke and the doctor diagnosed me with this |
| My motor mouth is premium this is grade A what I spit |
| But not the type to gass you up the type to push German whips |
| It’s only footwear on the couches when you look at my fit |
| And I ain’t fucking a bottle because those bitches don’t get a tip |
| Stumbling over like speech impediments over the fifth |
| Henny straighter than homophobics ain’t no soda with this |
| Who you know but this that rap like this |
| You’re two headed monsters I’m a fucking lochness |
| Four in the morning young ZO was still at it |
| They can’t get enough of these bars like Xan addicts |
| Momma always knew I wasn’t normal like Norman |
| She know my bass come hit these bitches until motels are not bits |
| Now every time I’m out I see them mouth |
| And they like «that's Mike Zombie» |
| The looking at me while I’m looking at them dead in the face |
| Fuck me and get a slip disc |
| Who is- this? |
| Hodgy back for busi-ness |
| Get chips and dip like I’m frying fish sticks |
| I’m with a- chicken head and she dickin shit |
| And when I win the bread I know the bitches with this shit |
| She like expensive hairdos and golden bamboos |
| She rolled up a fat L and smoked them grams too |
| I get it back and take a swim like shamoo |
| I condition my women minus the shampoo |
| I’m pegging on her leggings while I hold on to her handle |
| I’m up before the sun up, I’m blowing out a candle |
| She up like what the fuck is up with records to scramble |
| That’s what the fuck is up with breakfast I scrambled |
| She woke up and discovered I left the channel |
| A block anglo sax and rambo attack |
| Lambo car jack and catch but the handles attached to me |