Basic Boy - B#Y текст песни
[Basic Boy - B#Y текст песни]
You know my homies call me
Boy, boy, boy, boy, boy, boy
And all them haters call me
Toy, toy, toy, toy, toy, toy
Don't give a fuck about them all
All, all, all, all, all, all
I will be standing when you
Fall, fall, fall, fall, fall, fall
Fallen empires I stay above 'em
It's always 'bout it
None of y'all fucking with my squadron
Y'all cicadas
Chirp chirping 'bout that Prada
'saci, 'scada, 'ciaga
Saga of a swagger
Scrooge McJagger!
Imma need new clothes
People need new voice
Well I got one solution
And I think they got no choice
Roaring like a Ford
Rocking twenty four's
K's AK's and suitcase
Well all the things I can't afford
You know my homies call me
Boy, boy, boy, boy, boy, boy
And all them haters call me
Toy, toy, toy, toy, toy, toy
Don't give a fuck about them all
All, all, all, all, all, all
Imma be stunnin' and I
Ball, ball, ball, ball, ball, ball
Bitch you better come correct
Or bitch I say protect your neck
I ain't mean no backstabbing
But at least show some respect
I'm on a nice shit
Acting like viceless
At least not heartless
Yeah boy that's my bitch
So hide your envy
Up in your Bentley
No cash at all
So we go crazy
Liquorish
Hazy
Now I'm on that dirty dancing
You can call me Patrick Swayze
Boy, London! Boy, Basic! Boy, New York!
Don't know where life will take us
But if she separates us
Then she's a bitch
And I think I hope
That she is not I mean
I would like to see that bitch is hot
Higher Imma fly
Harder Imma fall
But 'til that moment
Imma running to the goal
Maybe walk is slow
But club is still be dope
And Imma coming home
Only with success in hands
Only with a couple bands
So I can show ma parents that
I did my motherfucking best
Now fuck the rest!
It was quite obvious, I'm blowing like Vesuvius
And y'all the Pompeii, I'm burning all it's citizens
It was quite obvious, I'm blowing like Vesuvius
And y'all the Pompeii, I'm burning all it's citizens
On my concerto,baby
So fuck you, fuck you, Pay me
On my concerto,baby
So fuck you, fuck you, Pay me
Boy!
You know my homies call me
Boy, boy, boy, boy, boy, boy, boy
And all them haters call me
Toy, toy, toy, toy, toy, toy
Don't give a fuck about them all
All, all, all, all, all, all
Look down at 'em and they
Crawl, crawl, crawl, crawl, crawl, crawl
And all 'em haters call me
...all 'em haters call me
Don't give a fuck about 'em
...give a fuck about em
Boy, boy, boy, boy, boy, boy
And all them haters call me
Toy, toy, toy, toy, toy, toy
Don't give a fuck about them all
All, all, all, all, all, all
I will be standing when you
Fall, fall, fall, fall, fall, fall
Fallen empires I stay above 'em
It's always 'bout it
None of y'all fucking with my squadron
Y'all cicadas
Chirp chirping 'bout that Prada
'saci, 'scada, 'ciaga
Saga of a swagger
Scrooge McJagger!
Imma need new clothes
People need new voice
Well I got one solution
And I think they got no choice
Roaring like a Ford
Rocking twenty four's
K's AK's and suitcase
Well all the things I can't afford
You know my homies call me
Boy, boy, boy, boy, boy, boy
And all them haters call me
Toy, toy, toy, toy, toy, toy
Don't give a fuck about them all
All, all, all, all, all, all
Imma be stunnin' and I
Ball, ball, ball, ball, ball, ball
Bitch you better come correct
Or bitch I say protect your neck
I ain't mean no backstabbing
But at least show some respect
I'm on a nice shit
Acting like viceless
At least not heartless
Yeah boy that's my bitch
So hide your envy
Up in your Bentley
No cash at all
So we go crazy
Liquorish
Hazy
Now I'm on that dirty dancing
You can call me Patrick Swayze
Boy, London! Boy, Basic! Boy, New York!
Don't know where life will take us
But if she separates us
Then she's a bitch
And I think I hope
That she is not I mean
I would like to see that bitch is hot
Higher Imma fly
Harder Imma fall
But 'til that moment
Imma running to the goal
Maybe walk is slow
But club is still be dope
And Imma coming home
Only with success in hands
Only with a couple bands
So I can show ma parents that
I did my motherfucking best
Now fuck the rest!
It was quite obvious, I'm blowing like Vesuvius
And y'all the Pompeii, I'm burning all it's citizens
It was quite obvious, I'm blowing like Vesuvius
And y'all the Pompeii, I'm burning all it's citizens
On my concerto,baby
So fuck you, fuck you, Pay me
On my concerto,baby
So fuck you, fuck you, Pay me
Boy!
You know my homies call me
Boy, boy, boy, boy, boy, boy, boy
And all them haters call me
Toy, toy, toy, toy, toy, toy
Don't give a fuck about them all
All, all, all, all, all, all
Look down at 'em and they
Crawl, crawl, crawl, crawl, crawl, crawl
And all 'em haters call me
...all 'em haters call me
Don't give a fuck about 'em
...give a fuck about em