King Myers - Puerto Rico lyrics

I just met a bad bitch right on the gram
Every time we talk she be
Fighting with her man
Everything lit I got ass on demand
Everything lit I got cash on demand
'Bout to smoke 4, 5, 6, 7 grams
Right in Puerto Rico, feeling like the man
Let's have a good time it's
All part of the plan everything lit baby
Every week we taking trips baby

Got damn it I just came up
All gold like King Tut
All my shit blinged up
Never got my chain tucked
Shorty ass so fat I had to step my game up
I just seen 4 bad bitches wit the same butt
When I'm in San Juan I
Be smoking that bomb tree
Roll me up a nice blunt 'n
Smoke under the palm tree
They call me a gringo not Español
But I know the lingo
Skinny nigga Mandingo haters could
Chupa mi pingo
I'm flashy, bad bitches can't walk past me
Ima athlete
Run this rap game like a track meet
Since I'm the King they be bowing
Down when they come around me
I'm met the plug he told me to
Hit em when I'm in Cali
Shout out to Yolianis
Shout out to Blair Imani
She a Black American Muslim
Puerto Rican mami it's lit baby
I just met a baddie on Twitter
We out in Puerto Rico you can get her come on

I just met a bad bitch right on the gram
Every time we talk she be
Fighting with her man
Everything lit I got ass on demand
Everything lit I got cash on demand
'Bout to smoke 4, 5, 6, 7 grams
Right in Puerto Rico, feeling like the man
Let's have a good time it's
All part of the plan everything lit baby
Every week we taking trips baby

Wake up in the morning to a blunt rolled
Hit it like a bongo
Figure out what I'm gon' do
Think about where I'm gon' go
Probably hit La Isla Bar & Grill at the Telly
Back in the states we eat
Peanut butter & jelly
I might hit that zip line
Might hop on a rowboat
Gotta stay low though, paparazzi got Go Pros
If I gotta hit a lick I hit it on my go phone
So hot in Puerto Rico I need a snow cone
Feeling so good a nigga ain't tryna go home
So I might drink a coco loso and go loco
On the road touring
Out in Puerto Rico I'm a tourist
Look like the island was
Organized by a florist
It's gorgeous, I ain't even from here
Came for the weekend might stay
Here for 1 year
The feeling kinda priceless this
What I call unfair
Feeling like a don, King on vacay in San Juan

I just met a bad bitch right on the gram
Every time we talk she be
Fighting with her man
Everything lit I got ass on demand
Everything lit I got cash on demand
'Bout to smoke 4, 5, 6, 7 grams
Right in Puerto Rico, feeling like the man
Let's have a good time it's
All part of the plan everything lit baby
Every week we taking trips baby

And I got my lady on the trip too
Hell yeah she thick too
Hope she understand I'm the man
And I'm lit too
Baby we on vacay wit' baddies just pick two
And hold a nigga down like the
Watch on my wrist do
Boricuas make it hard for me to not lust
These girls like toasters the way they pop up
Shit we might get chauffeured 'cause we on
But everything honestly so close
A nigga might walk
Matter fact when we get back
We cuttin' lights off
And Ima buss ya ass like a bubble in the park
We makin' like it's art
Eyes closed in the dark
I'm feelin' like the man I'm bout
To do the John Wall
Like Troop 41 when I was in Carolina on
We like Ice Cube & Kevin Hart
Girl you my ride along
She just wanna lay out in the
Sun 'n catch a tan
I'm in Puerto Rico feeling like the man!

I just met a bad bitch right on the gram
Every time we talk she be
Fighting with her man
Everything lit I got ass on demand
Everything lit I got cash on demand
'Bout to smoke 4, 5, 6, 7 grams
Right in Puerto Rico, feeling like the man
Let's have a good time it's
All part of the plan everything lit baby
Every week we taking trips baby