Bubbaloo Lyrics

This slow speed is proper

I don't sip no lean, this vodka

Somebody knocking

We ain't there but it still don't mean it's not us

She a lil snack with an appetite but that don't mean the whole meal is tapas

I passed on a trophy wife but that don't mean I aint keen for the SAMAs, dang

Pardon my twang but I flipped like darlin' I came

I gotta work till yall need a personal guide to come in my bank

Type of funny money I could laugh with

Passionate, no half-wit

Sunny come and meet your past quick

Bagless? As if

Imagine that, I front like this raps in past tense

Soon as I'm back in action with a pact to blast em on some back-to-back shit

Oh I'm capping?

Ask them niggas what happened, go on

Ain't no genie in a lantern, I never made a wish lil bitch I made an anthem, so long

Uh, been in the mood for a slow song

Muh fuckers want hype, I aint the type, but I might put a dick in her colon

When shit get hot, it might be the solar, or it might be the way that she pole dance

Lil bitch so bad she might spit back at a cobra, oh lord

Really ain't shit about cash no more

Been in minimal bags for so long,

You can get em all back, I'm used to this

You feel this? Cool

That is proof that it's truth when its blues

If it's stupidity I get too finicky

I feel dudes energy

I hear two melodies

Why, where, who, nigga please

Fuck a bar, this is absolute felonies

That's a true get-up steeze

Aye, you aint fucking with me, I'll fuck you. Get hammered down, I'm touch proof

Get passed around my fucking group, blowing backs out for a buck or two

Like a cash cow with none to loose, you'll be ass out if I cut the roof

Passed out like its Huxtable, crack house like its comfortable

Pacquiao when I punch a tooth, cap yall it aint much to do

Do I have yall with a hunch that soon I might blast off and get above the moon

Hold me down I got love for you, but nigga Show Me Out if I'm up at two

Come and hug a boo, really I'm lovable

Sweet inside like bubbaloos