You know I've been putting in work...
No stogs
Yeah I'd rather have purp
Feeling hazy dropping ash on my shirt
Started last but I'm coming in first
Wife beater to a Gucci T-Shirt
Sirens loud, yeah they lookin' for the perp
Stars fading, I just switched up my shirt
Ladies love me and they're grabbin' on my shirt
Haters mad cuz they always feelin' burnt
They aint learnt that kid aint no prodigy
Didn't get no handouts or a lottery
Dug it up out the mud with my hands like pottery
Making all these connections like I'm soldering
And I aint never been the boy to play around
When it comes to playin' round I'm getting flower by the pound
Just some daisies yeah it's crazy nothing phase me or replace me
Feeling spacey and so tasty never lazy you can't pace me
Yeah, I've been putting in work
So I an flex on these O's like no T-Shirt
Feeling' remorse for those who I hurt
I might murder the verse and put it on my T-Shirt
You can't do it like I do it, no durr
I like the women with the boots with the fur
Come on baby won't you give me a purr
I got a pot of pure and we'll give it a stir
All the whips that I got go skeet skirt
The drop top got wind up in my shirt
Young and gorgeous and I'm lovin' all the perks
Chuggin' bubbly now I always gotta burp
I'm doing well but I'm always on the lurk
Black hoodie with a black T-Shirt
Young honey wanna give me a slurp
And if she go and make a mess
Make her clean it up with her shirt
BoKo BOT - My T-Shirt Lyrics
BoKo BOT - My T-Shirt Lyrics
We currently do not have these lyrics.
If you would like to submit them, please use the form below.
We currently do not have these lyrics.
If you would like to submit them, please use the form below.
You know I've been putting in work...
No stogs
Yeah I'd rather have purp
Feeling hazy dropping ash on my shirt
Started last but I'm coming in first
Wife beater to a Gucci T-Shirt
Sirens loud, yeah they lookin' for the perp
Stars fading, I just switched up my shirt
Ladies love me and they're grabbin' on my shirt
Haters mad cuz they always feelin' burnt
They aint learnt that kid aint no prodigy
Didn't get no handouts or a lottery
Dug it up out the mud with my hands like pottery
Making all these connections like I'm soldering
And I aint never been the boy to play around
When it comes to playin' round I'm getting flower by the pound
Just some daisies yeah it's crazy nothing phase me or replace me
Feeling spacey and so tasty never lazy you can't pace me
Yeah, I've been putting in work
So I an flex on these O's like no T-Shirt
Feeling' remorse for those who I hurt
I might murder the verse and put it on my T-Shirt
You can't do it like I do it, no durr
I like the women with the boots with the fur
Come on baby won't you give me a purr
I got a pot of pure and we'll give it a stir
All the whips that I got go skeet skirt
The drop top got wind up in my shirt
Young and gorgeous and I'm lovin' all the perks
Chuggin' bubbly now I always gotta burp
I'm doing well but I'm always on the lurk
Black hoodie with a black T-Shirt
Young honey wanna give me a slurp
And if she go and make a mess
Make her clean it up with her shirt
No stogs
Yeah I'd rather have purp
Feeling hazy dropping ash on my shirt
Started last but I'm coming in first
Wife beater to a Gucci T-Shirt
Sirens loud, yeah they lookin' for the perp
Stars fading, I just switched up my shirt
Ladies love me and they're grabbin' on my shirt
Haters mad cuz they always feelin' burnt
They aint learnt that kid aint no prodigy
Didn't get no handouts or a lottery
Dug it up out the mud with my hands like pottery
Making all these connections like I'm soldering
And I aint never been the boy to play around
When it comes to playin' round I'm getting flower by the pound
Just some daisies yeah it's crazy nothing phase me or replace me
Feeling spacey and so tasty never lazy you can't pace me
Yeah, I've been putting in work
So I an flex on these O's like no T-Shirt
Feeling' remorse for those who I hurt
I might murder the verse and put it on my T-Shirt
You can't do it like I do it, no durr
I like the women with the boots with the fur
Come on baby won't you give me a purr
I got a pot of pure and we'll give it a stir
All the whips that I got go skeet skirt
The drop top got wind up in my shirt
Young and gorgeous and I'm lovin' all the perks
Chuggin' bubbly now I always gotta burp
I'm doing well but I'm always on the lurk
Black hoodie with a black T-Shirt
Young honey wanna give me a slurp
And if she go and make a mess
Make her clean it up with her shirt
Writer: David Coelho
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid