Saigon - BBB (Real Niggas Never Die) lyrics
[Saigon - BBB Real Niggas Never Die lyrics]
Boom bye bye inna batty bwoy head
(Say boom bye bye, boom bye bye)
(Real niggas never die)
I say boom bye bye to a batty boy
When it comes to the charges
I'm a naughty boy
Put the feet to your head like karate boy
Turn around, beat the feds like the Gotti boy
The ramifications of fronting is a gut shot
A buck-fifty and universal and whatnot
They said hiphop was getting too hardcore
The metrosexual movement came, the oddball
All of a sudden the
Men are so fashion-forward
But clothes never made the man
You bastards know it i'd rather hear a nigga
Lying and firing Glocks
Than have to hear a nigga
Rhyme about designer socks
(Boom bye bye in a batty bwoy head)
Bitch, do it for Buju Banton
Do it so Babylon can give
That brother a bond, mon
Ain't nobody fucking with Sai
Think so? Find a sick dick, suck it and die
Boom bye bye inna batty bwoy head
(Say boom bye bye, boom bye bye)
(Real niggas never die)
Dem boys don't have no gun
Dem boys don't have so license
They call me Sai-giddy
Some people say that I'm the nicest
When it comes to getting busy
On these mic devices
I ain't a problem, I'm a crisis
I'm getting all the ladies, spoiled as a baby
I'll never ever let a
Batty bwoy investigate me
I'd rather death convey me no, I mean yes
It's crazy
These young niggas ain't seemin' to
Get the message lately
We need warriors, that's true story, bruh
We got a couple but we need a few more of ya
Cuz not by any means should
Out of twenty teens
Eighteen of them niggas be
Wearing skinny jeans (nah, man)
We do it for Bob Marley, for Marcus Garvey
Probably all of the rastafari
Ain't nobody fucking with me
Boom bye bye inna batty bwoy head
(Say boom bye bye, boom bye bye)
(Real niggas never die)
(Say boom bye bye, boom bye bye)
(Real niggas never die)
I say boom bye bye to a batty boy
When it comes to the charges
I'm a naughty boy
Put the feet to your head like karate boy
Turn around, beat the feds like the Gotti boy
The ramifications of fronting is a gut shot
A buck-fifty and universal and whatnot
They said hiphop was getting too hardcore
The metrosexual movement came, the oddball
All of a sudden the
Men are so fashion-forward
But clothes never made the man
You bastards know it i'd rather hear a nigga
Lying and firing Glocks
Than have to hear a nigga
Rhyme about designer socks
(Boom bye bye in a batty bwoy head)
Bitch, do it for Buju Banton
Do it so Babylon can give
That brother a bond, mon
Ain't nobody fucking with Sai
Think so? Find a sick dick, suck it and die
Boom bye bye inna batty bwoy head
(Say boom bye bye, boom bye bye)
(Real niggas never die)
Dem boys don't have no gun
Dem boys don't have so license
They call me Sai-giddy
Some people say that I'm the nicest
When it comes to getting busy
On these mic devices
I ain't a problem, I'm a crisis
I'm getting all the ladies, spoiled as a baby
I'll never ever let a
Batty bwoy investigate me
I'd rather death convey me no, I mean yes
It's crazy
These young niggas ain't seemin' to
Get the message lately
We need warriors, that's true story, bruh
We got a couple but we need a few more of ya
Cuz not by any means should
Out of twenty teens
Eighteen of them niggas be
Wearing skinny jeans (nah, man)
We do it for Bob Marley, for Marcus Garvey
Probably all of the rastafari
Ain't nobody fucking with me
Boom bye bye inna batty bwoy head
(Say boom bye bye, boom bye bye)
(Real niggas never die)