Mumbai

Hold up, hold up
I'm a catch this flight real quick
Getting high in Mumbai
I heard its crazy over there
Mint motherfucker Burns
Yo-yo Honey Singh (Okay Mr. Burns)
Okay I'm up so high smoking chocolate Thai party in Mumbai
I'm-I'm- Im so fly, tell me what's the vibe let this foreign drive
Now I'm in Bollywood, straight from Hollywood, smoking lots of woods
All-all-all my dogs, VIP the squad It be lots of love
Okay I'm up so high smoking chocolate Thai party in Mumbai
I'm-I'm- Im so fly, tell me what's the vibe let this foreign drive
Now I'm in Bollywood, straight from Hollywood, smoking lots of woods
All-all-all my dogs, VIP the squad It be lots of love
I'm the real bad boy in this bitch, I came from Cali for the trip
And they gonna have to fuck with this
No pen and pad still write my shit
If I feel the vibe is wrong, I don't care what drugs you're on
I'm a take it for I leave It, steal your shit like Batashan
I'm becoming king, hunger from within make me wanna win
Funny thing you ain't coming back, Yo-Yo Honey Singh
Check my bling, Nike on the brim, club be taking flicks
All my songs is hits, Tyson in the ring (Let's go, let's go)
When Burnsy touch down in Mumbai, tootsie slide get the city high
It's a vibe, smoking sticky la, I got foreign ties
And all my dogs, just hopped of the plane, these the warning signs
Go get mine, the fuck you think we doing, working overtime
Okay I'm up so high smoking chocolate Thai party in Mumbai
I'm-I'm- Im so fly, tell me what's the vibe let this foreign drive
Now I'm in Bollywood, straight from Hollywood, smoking lots of woods
All-all-all my dogs, VIP the squad It be lots of love
Okay I'm up so high smoking chocolate Thai party in Mumbai
I'm-I'm- Im so fly, tell me what's the vibe let this foreign drive
Now I'm in Bollywood, straight from Hollywood, smoking lots of woods
All-all-all my dogs, VIP the squad It be lots of love
When I go shopping overseas I put the shit on the black card
If you see me driving in a foreign that's a Nascar (skiiirt)
I don't pay attention to no rats on no Raftar's
Ever since a kid I knew that I would be a rap star (shit poppin)
And all my fashion fresh out of Milan (right from Milan)
And shout out to Ratar cause that's the Don (that's the don)
And all my dogs are swiping, doing fraud (they doing fraud)
I put my hands together, pray to god
We got too many rappers, what's a desi rapper
Im a Henny cracker, show up to your wedding crasher
You ain't fly as us, ain't divine enough
While you watching us, we ball like the Milwaukee Bucks
Okay I'm up so high smoking chocolate Thai party in Mumbai
I'm-I'm- Im so fly, tell me what's the vibe let this foreign drive
Now I'm in Bollywood, straight from Hollywood, smoking lots of woods
All-all-all my dogs, VIP the squad It be lots of love
Okay I'm up so high smoking chocolate Thai party in Mumbai
I'm-I'm- Im so fly, tell me what's the vibe let this foreign drive
Now I'm in Bollywood, straight from Hollywood, smoking lots of woods
All-all-all my dogs, VIP the squad It be lots of love



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Writer(s): Mats Andersson
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