Paroles de la chanson Boarding Pass par Big Don Bino

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Paroles de la chanson Boarding Pass par Big Don Bino

Woo, woo, woo, woo, woo, woo
Don, Big Don nigga, look, look look

Ballin' like I'm athletic, this trap shit in my genetics
I flip the work, gymnastics, make it disappear, this trap magic
Curds on me like I'm huntin' rabbits, tryna rob, we giving hot flash
Pull up in that Benz, it's 4Matic, this dick right here fully automatic
Crack that boy, give him a closed casket
They say it's friction, they don't want no static
I want a rose gold Patek, mama want a new house, I'ma grab it
Cook the chicken, weigh it, bag it

I been servin' dope addicts
Fly like a plane, no baggage
Passport for boarding passes

I make the birds take a bath
Studied chemistry and math
Walk in Adidas, these Rafs
This kinda drip, is this a splash
These lil niggas stealin' swag
I could teach it like a class
I'm dishing the rock, assist, Nash
Hop in that Jag, do the dash
Couple niggas, they was fluke
I had to leave 'em out the loop
Bitch I'm a shooter, no hoop
Keep shooter with me, he gon' shoot
We been aimin' at medullas
I got brown boy, Mr. Coopers

I'm a gas bag mover
Now I'm super like I'm Future
I done wore out all the Gucci
Now it's Louis sneakers, Pucci
All the freaks and all the hoochies
Wanna give me oochie-coochie
Big blue faces in my pocket, now these niggas think I'm Tookie
Took a couple niggas' bitches
Man these bitches call me Poody
I done caught a fed charge but I'm a free man like I'm Morgan
Now I'm ballin', Michael Jordan
I'm stackin' paper, I been hoarding
Convert my Glock into a fully
Semi auto done got boring
I can never drive a hoopty
Every car I got is foreign

Pull up on you in that Masi
Hit the gas and get vrooming
I'm hopin' out fly, bitch I'm soaring
Drippin' designer, no more Ralph Lauren
I came from rumbling in the jungle
Now we grill 'em, George Forman
Bitch I'm 'bout action, Chuck Norris
Water and grow the plants, I'm a florist
I keep them fifties like I'm Grant
And I got Grants just like I'm Horace
I keep me a bad bitch like Boyce
And my new bitch so gorgeous
Rockin' so much diamond diamonds
Niggas think that I'm tourist
Got a bro house that we grow out
And that bitch look like a forest, look

Ballin' like I'm athletic, this trap shit in my genetics

I flip the work, gymnastics, make it disappear, this trap magic
Curds on me like I'm huntin' rabbits, tryna rob, we giving hot flash
Pull up in that Benz, it's 4Matic, this dick right here fully automatic
Crack that boy, give him a closed casket
They say it's friction, they don't want no static
I want a rose gold Patek, mama want a new house, I'ma grab it
Cook the chicken, weigh it, bag it
I been servin' dope addicts
Fly like a plane, no baggage
Passport for boarding passes

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