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Uh, Lil Boat Aye, aye Ain't never been to Bahamas, nah I done fucked multiple mamas I done count multiple commas We brought in multiple lamas Rapping all smooth, rapping all smooth Rapping all smooth like Osama It's not what they say, it's 'bout what they do And trust me, they don't want the drama, nah Ain't never been to Bahamas I done fucked multiple mamas I done count multiple commas We brought in multiple llamas Rapping all smooth, raping all smooth Rapping all smooth like Osama It's not what they say, it's 'bout what they do And trust me, they don't want the drama I stay with that Uzi like Drama I stay with the Uzi for drama I stay in the cut with piranhas My bitch bad and boujee, Katana I hit multiple Jessica [?] We having sex in the sauna Letras de cancionesFuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up Nigga talk down, that's a uppercut Bow, shut up Get you some money and run it up Fucking your bitch, she ain't fun enough Smoking a blunt when I nut in her, face Huh, can't hit my weed Can't water my seed Can't play in my garden Bitch, beg your pardon 2-2-3 Harden Oh, that's James She don't want you 'cause you lame I'm up, she'd rather fuck with us (Backroom, backroom) (Jiggy nigga comin through, talk yo shit) I ain't never been to Bahamas A nigga done been to Milano Met with your favorite designer Gucci show with Alessandro Your sis give me head on recliner Your wife wanna throw me vagina I fuck on your aunt, your mama Got served like Aunt Jemima Like the maple leaf, take a peek Get to the bread like a bakery Wait on me, wait for me Soon as we fuck, get away from me Paper plate or fine china Benihana, McDonalds Hit up Empanada Mamas Eat at delis or in diners Who's that peeking through the window? Got the chopper boutta blind us Couldn't pick me out of a line up Niggas psyching like Ewonda Spaz fast, get to the bag Look at the digital dash Little bitch frivilous Nigga just hit that shit Get to it, get in it Just trying to live a bit New shades, Gosha Got me looking like a Beatle [Hoppin on it] like a beatle This ain't Puma, this [needles] Ain't never been to Bahamas But my chain's so lavish TMZ be clacking While they're counting my karats [?] Louis Vuitton, straight from Kim Jones Balling like Jim Jones [?] You cannot come in my zone Woah [?] Dior in Paris Chilling with [?] Kris Van Assche White model bitch with ass [Verse 5: Schoolboy Q] Let a groovy nigga in it Six cars, nigga winning Big crib, tennis court Half a million in the Porsche Got a chopper on the porch Backyard to Bahamas Palms trees and recliners Got a rolly for my momma Dime piece give me [?] Got a nine nigga what Third strike in the bush Couple grand on the front Fell in love in the cut Four mil in a month Your career in a trunk Last album, nigga was Whole [?] full of duds Album cover for the buzz Put the [?] rollie on a bus Money talking, nigga hush Hit the plug, nigga walked off Split the mil, nigga all four Flip a house, nigga what for Batman on the [all-door?] I never been to Bahamas A nigga done been to the projects I used to catch licks in pajamas Now I pull up in some Prada Margiela man [?] cop a pair every weekend Bad bitch, she says she's Puerto Rican Ice cold, diamonds look at me freezing A hunnid band, spend that shit in an evening Bring them goons out Pull up with them drugs and Smith & Wessons It's a shoot out Taking trips, I can't even hardly go to school now I'm getting rich, bout to go and cop a Bentley Coop now I'm spraying shit Super soaker then dive in the pool now I ain't never been to Bahamas I ain't never broken a promise I got a glock and a llama I'm on the block with Obama I'm on the coast with the [?] There's no way to find us, no way to find us I'm on a boat to the tropics Holding deposits, bulging my pockets From Letras Mania