Freaky bitch so she sippin' on tha migos She a Bop so she mess with my amigos
Tryna f*ck a bitch in Puerto Rico I'm really Movin' shit I might import a Puerto Rico
Flashin' lights, yea that mean we gotta go, go Too many hoes, baby, you can't take no
Photo, freaky bitch so she sippin' on tha migos
She a bop so she f*ck wit my amigos, tryna F*ck a bitch in Puerto Rico
I'm really movin' shit I might import a rico Flashin' lights, yea that mean we gotta go
Go Too many hoes, baby, you can't take no Photo
Had to tell dat hoe, we f*ckin' on the low-low F*ck a sprinter, we gon' hop out of that fo-Door
He said it's beef, so we gon' fill that nigga taco
Please, don't touch my lettuce when you know That shit is nachos
All I care about is guapo You know I want that Cheddar cheese
Get that hoe by the means got the lord and This fire by my side
F*ck all these enemies call me Tony Stark, cuz This iron
It's a part of me Feel like Mozart tell my niggas Blow
And they gon' make a symphony I got a bad Bitch and I know she gon' sin for me
All these games that y'all been steady playin
Like, what's goin' on
Why they f*ck my ex-bitch, steady blowin' up My phone
Had to tell that hoe, if we not f*ckin', then Leave me alone
Why the f*ck these dumbass niggas blowin' up My phone
If you not gang or bout cash, then leave me Alone
I swear I'll replace my heart with chrome
Freaky bitch, so she sippin' on tha migos She a Bop, so she f*ckin' my amigos
Tryna f*ck a bitch in Puerto Rico I'm really Movin', shit, I might import a rico
Flashin' lights, so that mean we gotta go-go Too many hoes, baby, you can't take no photo Had to tell that hoe, we f*ckin' on the low-low
F*ck a sprinter, we gon' hop out of that Fo-door He said he's beef, so we gon' fill that Nigga taco
Please don't touch my lettuce when you know That shit is nachos
I gotta get it and go If it ain't about that paper, Then don't
Hit my phone Don't know what you got goin' On
But I suggest you find out what it is
Cause you all bark and no bite talk on B.C.F., I Guess these niggas just wanna die I keep that Glock nine on me
I might just knock a nigga's eyes out Hit him in His head and watch his whole body
Shut down Or we can hit him in his legs and Leave him
Nowhere to run now I don't give a f*ck, I might Just knock a
Nigga's lungs out Hollows hit his body, they Gon' tear his lungs
Apart oh you talkin' on lil' B.C.F.
You not gon' make it far On tha day my twin Died,
Thats the day they took my heart, that's tha Day they took my heart,
Freaky bitch, so she sippin' on tha migos She a Bop, so she f*ckin' my amigos
Tryna f*ck a bitch in Puerto Rico I'm really Movin' shit, I might import a Rico
Flashin' lights, yeah, that mean we gotta go- go
Too many hoes, baby, you can't see take no Photos
Had to tell that ho we f*ckin' on the low-low
F*ck a sprinter, we gon' hop out of that fo-Door
He said he's beef, we gon' split that nigga taco
Freaky bitch, so she sippin' on the migos She a Bop, so she f*ckin' my amigos
Tryna f*ck a bitch in Puerto Rico I'm really Movin' shit, I might import a rico flashin' lights, Yeah, that mean we gotta go-go
Too many hoes, baby, you can't take no photos Had to tell that ho who we f*ckin' on the low-Low
F*ck a sprinter, we gon' hop out of that fo-door He said he's beef, so we gon' fill that Nigga taco
Please don't touch my lettuce when you know That shit is nachos
She a bop, so she f*ckin' my amigos
BCF Jah - Puerto Rico Lyrics
BCF Jah - Puerto Rico Lyrics
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Freaky bitch so she sippin' on tha migos She a Bop so she mess with my amigos
Tryna f*ck a bitch in Puerto Rico I'm really Movin' shit I might import a Puerto Rico
Flashin' lights, yea that mean we gotta go, go Too many hoes, baby, you can't take no
Photo, freaky bitch so she sippin' on tha migos
She a bop so she f*ck wit my amigos, tryna F*ck a bitch in Puerto Rico
I'm really movin' shit I might import a rico Flashin' lights, yea that mean we gotta go
Go Too many hoes, baby, you can't take no Photo
Had to tell dat hoe, we f*ckin' on the low-low F*ck a sprinter, we gon' hop out of that fo-Door
He said it's beef, so we gon' fill that nigga taco
Please, don't touch my lettuce when you know That shit is nachos
All I care about is guapo You know I want that Cheddar cheese
Get that hoe by the means got the lord and This fire by my side
F*ck all these enemies call me Tony Stark, cuz This iron
It's a part of me Feel like Mozart tell my niggas Blow
And they gon' make a symphony I got a bad Bitch and I know she gon' sin for me
All these games that y'all been steady playin
Like, what's goin' on
Why they f*ck my ex-bitch, steady blowin' up My phone
Had to tell that hoe, if we not f*ckin', then Leave me alone
Why the f*ck these dumbass niggas blowin' up My phone
If you not gang or bout cash, then leave me Alone
I swear I'll replace my heart with chrome
Freaky bitch, so she sippin' on tha migos She a Bop, so she f*ckin' my amigos
Tryna f*ck a bitch in Puerto Rico I'm really Movin', shit, I might import a rico
Flashin' lights, so that mean we gotta go-go Too many hoes, baby, you can't take no photo Had to tell that hoe, we f*ckin' on the low-low
F*ck a sprinter, we gon' hop out of that Fo-door He said he's beef, so we gon' fill that Nigga taco
Please don't touch my lettuce when you know That shit is nachos
I gotta get it and go If it ain't about that paper, Then don't
Hit my phone Don't know what you got goin' On
But I suggest you find out what it is
Cause you all bark and no bite talk on B.C.F., I Guess these niggas just wanna die I keep that Glock nine on me
I might just knock a nigga's eyes out Hit him in His head and watch his whole body
Shut down Or we can hit him in his legs and Leave him
Nowhere to run now I don't give a f*ck, I might Just knock a
Nigga's lungs out Hollows hit his body, they Gon' tear his lungs
Apart oh you talkin' on lil' B.C.F.
You not gon' make it far On tha day my twin Died,
Thats the day they took my heart, that's tha Day they took my heart,
Freaky bitch, so she sippin' on tha migos She a Bop, so she f*ckin' my amigos
Tryna f*ck a bitch in Puerto Rico I'm really Movin' shit, I might import a Rico
Flashin' lights, yeah, that mean we gotta go- go
Too many hoes, baby, you can't see take no Photos
Had to tell that ho we f*ckin' on the low-low
F*ck a sprinter, we gon' hop out of that fo-Door
He said he's beef, we gon' split that nigga taco
Freaky bitch, so she sippin' on the migos She a Bop, so she f*ckin' my amigos
Tryna f*ck a bitch in Puerto Rico I'm really Movin' shit, I might import a rico flashin' lights, Yeah, that mean we gotta go-go
Too many hoes, baby, you can't take no photos Had to tell that ho who we f*ckin' on the low-Low
F*ck a sprinter, we gon' hop out of that fo-door He said he's beef, so we gon' fill that Nigga taco
Please don't touch my lettuce when you know That shit is nachos
She a bop, so she f*ckin' my amigos
Tryna f*ck a bitch in Puerto Rico I'm really Movin' shit I might import a Puerto Rico
Flashin' lights, yea that mean we gotta go, go Too many hoes, baby, you can't take no
Photo, freaky bitch so she sippin' on tha migos
She a bop so she f*ck wit my amigos, tryna F*ck a bitch in Puerto Rico
I'm really movin' shit I might import a rico Flashin' lights, yea that mean we gotta go
Go Too many hoes, baby, you can't take no Photo
Had to tell dat hoe, we f*ckin' on the low-low F*ck a sprinter, we gon' hop out of that fo-Door
He said it's beef, so we gon' fill that nigga taco
Please, don't touch my lettuce when you know That shit is nachos
All I care about is guapo You know I want that Cheddar cheese
Get that hoe by the means got the lord and This fire by my side
F*ck all these enemies call me Tony Stark, cuz This iron
It's a part of me Feel like Mozart tell my niggas Blow
And they gon' make a symphony I got a bad Bitch and I know she gon' sin for me
All these games that y'all been steady playin
Like, what's goin' on
Why they f*ck my ex-bitch, steady blowin' up My phone
Had to tell that hoe, if we not f*ckin', then Leave me alone
Why the f*ck these dumbass niggas blowin' up My phone
If you not gang or bout cash, then leave me Alone
I swear I'll replace my heart with chrome
Freaky bitch, so she sippin' on tha migos She a Bop, so she f*ckin' my amigos
Tryna f*ck a bitch in Puerto Rico I'm really Movin', shit, I might import a rico
Flashin' lights, so that mean we gotta go-go Too many hoes, baby, you can't take no photo Had to tell that hoe, we f*ckin' on the low-low
F*ck a sprinter, we gon' hop out of that Fo-door He said he's beef, so we gon' fill that Nigga taco
Please don't touch my lettuce when you know That shit is nachos
I gotta get it and go If it ain't about that paper, Then don't
Hit my phone Don't know what you got goin' On
But I suggest you find out what it is
Cause you all bark and no bite talk on B.C.F., I Guess these niggas just wanna die I keep that Glock nine on me
I might just knock a nigga's eyes out Hit him in His head and watch his whole body
Shut down Or we can hit him in his legs and Leave him
Nowhere to run now I don't give a f*ck, I might Just knock a
Nigga's lungs out Hollows hit his body, they Gon' tear his lungs
Apart oh you talkin' on lil' B.C.F.
You not gon' make it far On tha day my twin Died,
Thats the day they took my heart, that's tha Day they took my heart,
Freaky bitch, so she sippin' on tha migos She a Bop, so she f*ckin' my amigos
Tryna f*ck a bitch in Puerto Rico I'm really Movin' shit, I might import a Rico
Flashin' lights, yeah, that mean we gotta go- go
Too many hoes, baby, you can't see take no Photos
Had to tell that ho we f*ckin' on the low-low
F*ck a sprinter, we gon' hop out of that fo-Door
He said he's beef, we gon' split that nigga taco
Freaky bitch, so she sippin' on the migos She a Bop, so she f*ckin' my amigos
Tryna f*ck a bitch in Puerto Rico I'm really Movin' shit, I might import a rico flashin' lights, Yeah, that mean we gotta go-go
Too many hoes, baby, you can't take no photos Had to tell that ho who we f*ckin' on the low-Low
F*ck a sprinter, we gon' hop out of that fo-door He said he's beef, so we gon' fill that Nigga taco
Please don't touch my lettuce when you know That shit is nachos
She a bop, so she f*ckin' my amigos
Writer: Jahrel Meade
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