BOATs n Hos Lyrics

Down in Miami, baby girl, she keep her open nose

She yacht for real, while I'm boating hoes Every time she in New York, she wearing open

toes I tell her, hit me at the H-Y, we go double

O Hope you know I'm trouble, though

Welcome to Death Row Plus, my bread make the best toast

soho chillin' with a L by the welled roast Only fuck with pussy that a Bend souls

I got a cousin up in Erith, baby, let's go

Flight to London on me, let's go

We could party at the BIM on the West Coast

We in Accra, Beach, Barbados

Meet me at the Temple with your momma and your best folks

Tell them all I do

If you wanna take a chance, then baby, let's roll

I do it all for you, yeah

I'm not a player, I just crush a lot

There's such a lot of phonys, got them numbers blocked

I heard them crocodile tears mean you munching out

I hit her with a Cartier and tell her, cut it out

Or I could get you out my hair, baby, I cut you out

Cause I done play house, you actin' insecure

Cause you feelin' played out

She said, I know you keep them coming like they take out

When the only thing I showed you was a way out

But you got that wap, baby, I'ma stay down

The way you put that wap on me, I'ma stay round

If that pussy not for me, baby, say now

I got a cousin up in Erith, baby, let's go

Flight to London on me, let's go

We could party at the BIM on the West Coast

We in Accra, Beach, Barbados

Meet me at the Temple with your momma and your best folks

Tell them all I do

If you wanna take a chance, then baby, let's roll

I'd do it all for you, yeah