Bom Bom Be Dum
Bom bom be dum, bom bom be dum bum
Bom bom be dum, bom bom be dum bum
So fresh that I need some soap in the mouth
So fresh that I need it pressed and dry cleaned
So fresh that I wear it once and give it up to charity
Give it up to charity just cuz I ain't wearing these
So fresh I'm a farmer's market
Question mark, whatchamacallit?
Border line alcoholic, all the way lyrical psychotic
Tricked you, I'm drinking tonic without the gin
Hooked on phonics
I'm so on it, just being honest
I gotta drop it, I'm the hottest, ay
Think you're hot? Man, you're wildin'
Block is hot, streets are violent
Ask my dudes, my dudes silent
Ima do what I do, when my goons riding
So fresh I got the tag on it
Bet my life, bet my bag on it
Now I got that life, let me brag on it
No lag on it, no sad story
But this a sad moment for all opposing
I got new shoes and I got new socks
It was a long walk to the tippy top
Tippy tow, tippy tay
Y'all gonna suck my dick today
Drop top Benz and I got two seats
No new friends just got new heat
Let me start this sh*t like A, B, C
1, 2, 3, she love that D
Babygirl love the look of me
Babygirl love the way I talk
Babygirl love the sh*t I pop
No talk, no nonsense
I'm in there like the comments
No time for no problems
I'll solve that sh*t with Prada
Bom bom be dum, bom bom be dum bum
Bom bom be dum, bom bom be dum bum
So fresh that I need some soap in the mouth
So fresh that I need it pressed and dry cleaned
So fresh that I wear it once and give it up to charity
Give it up to charity just cuz I ain't wearing these
So fresh I don't expire
I inspire you to go higher
Walk on water, talk through wire
The roof is gone, the house on fire
The ceiling missing, I'm just different
Got your fam around, like it's Christmas
Angels singing, got the devil thinking
"Maybe I ain't the devil. Maybe the devil is living."
Bom bom be dum, bom bom be dum
Bom bom be dum, bom bom be dum
Bom bom be dum, bom bom be dum
Bom bom be dum, bom bom be dum
Bom bom be dum, bom bom be dum
Bom bom be dum, bom bom be dum
Bom bom be dum, bom bom be dum
Bom bom be dum, bom bom be dum
Bom bom be dum, bom bom be dum bum
Bom bom be dum, bom bom be dum bum
Bom bom be dum, bom bom be dum bum
Bom bom be dum, bom bom be dum bum
Bom bom be dum, bom bom be dum bum
Bom bom be dum, bom bom be dum bum
Bom bom be dum, bom bom be dum bum
Bom bom be dum, bom bom be dum bum
Bom bom be dum, bom bom be dum bum
So fresh that I need some soap in the mouth
So fresh that I need it pressed and dry cleaned
So fresh that I wear it once and give it up to charity
Give it up to charity just cuz I ain't wearing these
So fresh I'm a farmer's market
Question mark, whatchamacallit?
Border line alcoholic, all the way lyrical psychotic
Tricked you, I'm drinking tonic without the gin
Hooked on phonics
I'm so on it, just being honest
I gotta drop it, I'm the hottest, ay
Think you're hot? Man, you're wildin'
Block is hot, streets are violent
Ask my dudes, my dudes silent
Ima do what I do, when my goons riding
So fresh I got the tag on it
Bet my life, bet my bag on it
Now I got that life, let me brag on it
No lag on it, no sad story
But this a sad moment for all opposing
I got new shoes and I got new socks
It was a long walk to the tippy top
Tippy tow, tippy tay
Y'all gonna suck my dick today
Drop top Benz and I got two seats
No new friends just got new heat
Let me start this sh*t like A, B, C
1, 2, 3, she love that D
Babygirl love the look of me
Babygirl love the way I talk
Babygirl love the sh*t I pop
No talk, no nonsense
I'm in there like the comments
No time for no problems
I'll solve that sh*t with Prada
Bom bom be dum, bom bom be dum bum
Bom bom be dum, bom bom be dum bum
So fresh that I need some soap in the mouth
So fresh that I need it pressed and dry cleaned
So fresh that I wear it once and give it up to charity
Give it up to charity just cuz I ain't wearing these
So fresh I don't expire
I inspire you to go higher
Walk on water, talk through wire
The roof is gone, the house on fire
The ceiling missing, I'm just different
Got your fam around, like it's Christmas
Angels singing, got the devil thinking
"Maybe I ain't the devil. Maybe the devil is living."
Bom bom be dum, bom bom be dum
Bom bom be dum, bom bom be dum
Bom bom be dum, bom bom be dum
Bom bom be dum, bom bom be dum
Bom bom be dum, bom bom be dum
Bom bom be dum, bom bom be dum
Bom bom be dum, bom bom be dum
Bom bom be dum, bom bom be dum
Bom bom be dum, bom bom be dum bum
Bom bom be dum, bom bom be dum bum
Bom bom be dum, bom bom be dum bum
Bom bom be dum, bom bom be dum bum
Bom bom be dum, bom bom be dum bum
Bom bom be dum, bom bom be dum bum
Bom bom be dum, bom bom be dum bum
Bom bom be dum, bom bom be dum bum
Credits
Writer(s): G Gilson
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