Boko - Evasione Lyrics

Vete ya, que es inútil volver hacia atrás
Vete, vete ya, que no quiero volver a empezar
A sembrar, nuevamente en mi alma
Las semillas del dolor
Why these bitches fight for the dollar
Mad over at's and her men on the island
Coal for the holidays, niggas been acting
These bitches ain't gon' fly for the Prada
Tongue been tied for me
Pick out the right lil' job for me
Miss, you say you'd lie for me
So baby been fed up with how you talk to me
Ay Italian cruise, Italian shows, Italian bitches on both of them boats
Hop in the coupe, I'ma drive you home
Hop in the loop, I'ma stay in the zone
I've been so blind for the dollars
Hoppin' them riches, I'm driving for problems
Average hoes gon' flock for the dollar
Take on these cases, I'm leading the drama
Ayy, 100 bank, full vault
Make a bitch act tough
Hop the fence, pray Lord, don't shoot me dead
100 bank, full vault, snappy cut make it rough
Acting rich but to me, the money ain't made me tall
Why these bitches fight for the dollar, told them real shit, go pop like a collar
Cape on my back, drop them like 10 toes
Top tier spot and you came real close
Life in a box and that life ain't change
When I drop and I bop and you ain't gon' wait
For a five or a ten, nevermind, get a band
Give the poor a taxation then fly to Japan
You better say, you better say, you better do
What I gotta give to walk with you
What I gotta do to see you lose
Italian bitch, to make that juice
I might not dance, but I like the groove
Feds might take, but I can't lose
I'm stuck in Rome and I cannot move
Yeah, even in France, you bitches be fans
I drove in this shit, I broke off your bands
I changed my contact, you callin' again
You callin' my friends, you callin' my mans
I'm part of this part, I'm part of this shit
I'm part of the Gulf, I'm walkin' again
I took off the cash, I took off your clothes
I took off to Italy and nobody knows
Took off to Italy and nobody knows
I'm taking yo bitch and I take off her clothes
Designer on me, designer my hoes
Designer on me, designer my flows
F*ck all these hoes, bitch I gotta dip
Pop me a perc and then she lick the dick
My ice is dripping lil bitch don't slip
My ice is dripping lil bitch don't slip
Slip, slip don't drown
I just smoked me a motherf*cking pound
Blood on the floor, blood on the ground
Silencer on the glock bitch no sound
Calling on zoom like she wanna teach masters
Coughing the smoke like she wanna learn manners
Pen so hot made you drop the whole act
Smoking with me you can't f*ck up no faster
Balenciaga on my shades
My bitches all different shades
We run around with blades
Got bored and f*cked on my maids
Got bored and made me a thousand
Walk in the club got the whole bitch bouncing
Got bored and made me a thousand
Walk in the club got the whole bitch bouncing
Got bored and leveled up
Pour the lean in my cup
Doubled up my cup
Sippin' on the mud
Sippin' on the mud
Tell yo bitch"wassup?"
This bitch tryna f*ck, hold up, this bitch tryna f*ck
Hold up, this bitch tryna f*ck
Hold up, this bitch tryna f*ck
Hold up, this bitch tryna f*ck
Hold up, this bitch tryna f*ck
That bitch tryna f*ck