Bodega Bamz, Al Doe, Smoke DZA - Sunday Madness lyrics
[Bodega Bamz, Al Doe, Smoke DZA - Sunday Madness lyrics]
Went from a naughty boy to 'Lo, double RL
Purple labeled cartel, coke head Kleinfeld
Crooked lawyer part of my clientele
My clients maybe speak
But my clients never tell
I cuffed my main bitch when Papi made bail
I'ma sell in the cell, talk biz on my cell
What up, not you nigga, us
Fuck I need Premo or Just, I got L's
Double barrel Mossberg, buckshot shells
With this rap shit I'm sick
Y'all better wish me well
Flamboyant like Big L, flash like Tony
Want chicas, champagne
My friends call me Bori
Smoking on a bogey, presidential rollie
Oh, no, oh he, the bitches call me handsome
Trying to rob my style
Who paying for the ransom?
Questioning my G, this is my only answer
Riiiiiiiiiiight, fuck what you heard
What's the word, it's
Big business here
Leave that bullshit on the curb ‘cause
It's them Tanboys, Tanboys
It's them Tanboys, Tanboys
Uh, landed in my sweatsuit
Signed an autograph
Now it's on to the next shoot
DSQUARED bubble get my pic snapped
Took your bottom bitch
Gave me top till her lips chapped
I'm in the house now
Trouble what the club bring
Pinky finger no ice, I'd rather a drug ring
Hella snort at the heliport
Lead showers nothing like what
Your umbrella caught
My blood brothers get blood diamonds
Connects stay in my ear like fuck rhyming
Huh, I don't show what I'm spraying
A head nod, no words
But he know what I'm saying
‘Cause it was, Soundview
Pulled the gun and he swerved
They said they heard the shots out on 183rd
Nigga
Twenty-five to life, never did a one to three
Luck told me fuck a Bugatti
I need a hundred keys
Riiiiiiiiiiight, fuck what you heard
What's the word, it's
Big business here
Leave that bullshit on the curb ‘cause
It's them Tanboys, Tanboys
It's them Tanboys, Tanboys
Purple labeled cartel, coke head Kleinfeld
Crooked lawyer part of my clientele
My clients maybe speak
But my clients never tell
I cuffed my main bitch when Papi made bail
I'ma sell in the cell, talk biz on my cell
What up, not you nigga, us
Fuck I need Premo or Just, I got L's
Double barrel Mossberg, buckshot shells
With this rap shit I'm sick
Y'all better wish me well
Flamboyant like Big L, flash like Tony
Want chicas, champagne
My friends call me Bori
Smoking on a bogey, presidential rollie
Oh, no, oh he, the bitches call me handsome
Trying to rob my style
Who paying for the ransom?
Questioning my G, this is my only answer
Riiiiiiiiiiight, fuck what you heard
What's the word, it's
Big business here
Leave that bullshit on the curb ‘cause
It's them Tanboys, Tanboys
It's them Tanboys, Tanboys
Uh, landed in my sweatsuit
Signed an autograph
Now it's on to the next shoot
DSQUARED bubble get my pic snapped
Took your bottom bitch
Gave me top till her lips chapped
I'm in the house now
Trouble what the club bring
Pinky finger no ice, I'd rather a drug ring
Hella snort at the heliport
Lead showers nothing like what
Your umbrella caught
My blood brothers get blood diamonds
Connects stay in my ear like fuck rhyming
Huh, I don't show what I'm spraying
A head nod, no words
But he know what I'm saying
‘Cause it was, Soundview
Pulled the gun and he swerved
They said they heard the shots out on 183rd
Nigga
Twenty-five to life, never did a one to three
Luck told me fuck a Bugatti
I need a hundred keys
Riiiiiiiiiiight, fuck what you heard
What's the word, it's
Big business here
Leave that bullshit on the curb ‘cause
It's them Tanboys, Tanboys
It's them Tanboys, Tanboys