boler mani - buggy Lyrics

Yeah, I'm
Oh, for sure, that's my feet
Oh, for sure, that's my feet

Part of me and my talent
Say I'm born with that shit, I'm laughin'
See you runnin' that shit, I'm lappin'
Say you killin' that shit, you cappin'
Now you blackin' out, I'm back to business
On track to winnin', I'm happy now
From the passion and to get the magic out
For the leave me wishin' that was moment
It's like it don't finish 'cause my soul livin'
While I'm home with it, road feelin'
So rich and satisfied, I'll convey all my loans in it
No killin', I'm had business, I'm passionin'
Like I'm platinum, need more wallets, I'm cashin'
(Need more wallets, I'm cashin')

Yeah, I'm slowly passin' the torch
I be dead and all my money, you ain't see me, I'm a Porsche
Yeah, I'm slowly passin' the torch
I be dead and all my money, you ain't see me, I'm a Porsche

I'm chillin' in my old skin, I'm big boxin', my own wins
I tick boxes, I'm honed in like you stressed when my home is
I'm big chillin', I'm big chillin', I'm big chillin', I'm
(Okay) I'm big chillin', I'm big chillin', I'm
(Wait, yeah)
I don't understand these dumb suckers you with them with
Goin' dumb and dumber, I be pullin' up with a dumb truck
I never owe shit, I'm a lump, summer, let me let loose
No tum-tuckin' in Sin City, I'm a big citizen
On winners, I don't bother from low steps
This no cracks, I stole winners for the winter hobbin'
They protect my dinner, hydrate, I lie
My biddies, I make time for my friends, I make time for myself
Two lives chillin', I'm outside livin', got time
Feelin' like a roller coaster, got a crime scene
When I totter, told 'em you could try, leave, but it seemed too right
High speed when I feedin' two, now you turn on yourself
Sendin' to blindsider for my lifestyle, keep
Pacin' myself, pacin' all week, patience on test
Place it on me, make a big show when they smoke ten
I'm skyscrapin', got lasers on me

Yeah, I'm slowly passin' the torch
I'll be dead and all my money, you ain't see me, I'm a Porsche
Yeah, I'm slowly passin' the torch
I'll be dead and all my money, you ain't see me, I'm a Porsche
I'm chillin' in my own skin, I'm big bossin', my own wins
I take boxes, I'm honed in like you stressed, but my home is
I'm big chillin', I'm big chillin', I'm big chillin', I'm
Yeah, I'm big chillin', I'm big chillin', I'm big chillin', I'm

Yeah, I'm big chillin', off top of waist
Slot machine, way I operate, big wins like it's commonplace
Opposite effect to compensate, big chillin', no kind of days
Closed off just to concentrate, calm quick and my fly away
Carterize cones all week, some people might feel tired
I'm gettin' on my sleep, I'm gettin' on my veggies
I don't want what you eat, if you livin' like that, I ain't sharing my beats
Oh, for sure, that's my feet, oh, for sure, that's my feet