Deffoumadara
It's ShaBazz
I Ferragamo the buckle
A couple stacks in the duffle
Gold on the rollie, gold on the belt, call it butter on butter
I tell 'em "douma sa morom"
But they can't hate on my brother
I need to go back to Gambia, I'm finna work on my wolof
I tell 'em
Aye
Deffoumadara, boy, I'm just chilling
In the whip, five deep, we winning, the windows tinted
Opps seen that we all dark-skinned and he wasn't with it
Got a ticket but my pockets still different
That's how we living, aye
Deffoumadara, boy, I'm just chilling
In the whip, five deep, we winning, the windows tinted
Opps seen that we all dark-skinned and he wasn't with it
Got a ticket but my pockets still different
That's how we living, aye
I heard you stay up at the club where the honeys at
I'm in the kitchen with your mistress, "Where the Maggi at?"
And we just finished making Benachin and now she wanna machaat on my meat to the beat
Get your honey back
After that, I hit the bank, stuff a hundred racks
Middle name, getting money, we Muhammed that
And mind you, I spent a couple hundreds up in Banjul
And when I touch a milli, I'm going to run it back
And tell 'em "Deffoumadara", boy, it ain't nothing to it
I'm in the cut with my brothers, they ask me what I'm doing
Shawty call, she don't even speak wolof, "Na nga def?", tell her "Deffoumadara" then keep it moving
Aye
Deffoumadara, boy, I'm just chilling
In the whip, five deep, we winning, the windows tinted
Opps seen that we all dark-skinned and he wasn't with it
Got a ticket but my pockets still different
That's how we living, aye
Deffoumadara, boy, I'm just chilling
In the whip, five deep, we winning, the windows tinted
Opps seen that we all dark-skinned and he wasn't with it
Got a ticket but my pockets still different
That's how we living, uh
Okay it's Bazz on the go and I'm flowing like honey
I'm so sweet on the beat, I'm on repeat, yeah, they love it
They play it again and again at your local station, I run it
ADG made it, but I'm counting Internet Money
And we got internet honeys, they on the WhatsApp, choosing
International baddies, I'm like what's that moving
Shawty backing the fatty, the man just start drooling
If the mack ain't a language, then imma jack I'm fluent
Got this African baddie jacking the Green-White-Blue
Wanna walk to the alter and hear me say I do, oouuu
And now she wanna pull up to the beach
Told her pull up to the Red-White-Blue-White-Green
Aye
Deffoumadara, boy, I'm just chilling
In the whip, five deep, we winning, the windows tinted
Opps seen that we all dark-skinned and he wasn't with it
Got a ticket but my pockets still different
that's how we living, uh
Deffoumadara, boy, I'm just chilling
In the whip, five deep, we winning, the windows tinted
Opps seen that we all dark-skinned and he wasn't with it
Got a ticket but my pockets still different
That's how we
Nigga, I'm a villain
What
At least that's how I been moving
Don't got to ask me how I feel, that information exclusive
Don't worry 'bout what I'm thinking, just worry 'bout what I'm doing
Don't worry 'bout where I'm aiming, just worry 'bout where I'm shooting
Okay, I'm making a movie and, yeah, I aim at the top
Bitches used to call me dirty 'til they seen me with mops
The way I drip it won't stop
I got Dior for the top
Balenciaga for the sneakers
Classic rollie the watch
Nigga feeling like Dave, gamberoni the pasta
Bada-boom, bling-blaow, chain singing some opera
Jewelry louder than the chef at the Italian spot
Cut my pieces out the pie if brodie making it hot
I tell 'em
I Ferragamo the buckle
A couple stacks in the duffle
Gold on the rollie, gold on the belt, call it butter on butter
I tell 'em "douma sa morom"
But they can't hate on my brother
I need to go back to Gambia, I'm finna work on my wolof
I tell 'em
Aye
Deffoumadara, boy, I'm just chilling
In the whip, five deep, we winning, the windows tinted
Opps seen that we all dark-skinned and he wasn't with it
Got a ticket but my pockets still different
That's how we living, aye
Deffoumadara, boy, I'm just chilling
In the whip, five deep, we winning, the windows tinted
Opps seen that we all dark-skinned and he wasn't with it
Got a ticket but my pockets still different
That's how we living, aye
I heard you stay up at the club where the honeys at
I'm in the kitchen with your mistress, "Where the Maggi at?"
And we just finished making Benachin and now she wanna machaat on my meat to the beat
Get your honey back
After that, I hit the bank, stuff a hundred racks
Middle name, getting money, we Muhammed that
And mind you, I spent a couple hundreds up in Banjul
And when I touch a milli, I'm going to run it back
And tell 'em "Deffoumadara", boy, it ain't nothing to it
I'm in the cut with my brothers, they ask me what I'm doing
Shawty call, she don't even speak wolof, "Na nga def?", tell her "Deffoumadara" then keep it moving
Aye
Deffoumadara, boy, I'm just chilling
In the whip, five deep, we winning, the windows tinted
Opps seen that we all dark-skinned and he wasn't with it
Got a ticket but my pockets still different
That's how we living, aye
Deffoumadara, boy, I'm just chilling
In the whip, five deep, we winning, the windows tinted
Opps seen that we all dark-skinned and he wasn't with it
Got a ticket but my pockets still different
That's how we living, uh
Okay it's Bazz on the go and I'm flowing like honey
I'm so sweet on the beat, I'm on repeat, yeah, they love it
They play it again and again at your local station, I run it
ADG made it, but I'm counting Internet Money
And we got internet honeys, they on the WhatsApp, choosing
International baddies, I'm like what's that moving
Shawty backing the fatty, the man just start drooling
If the mack ain't a language, then imma jack I'm fluent
Got this African baddie jacking the Green-White-Blue
Wanna walk to the alter and hear me say I do, oouuu
And now she wanna pull up to the beach
Told her pull up to the Red-White-Blue-White-Green
Aye
Deffoumadara, boy, I'm just chilling
In the whip, five deep, we winning, the windows tinted
Opps seen that we all dark-skinned and he wasn't with it
Got a ticket but my pockets still different
that's how we living, uh
Deffoumadara, boy, I'm just chilling
In the whip, five deep, we winning, the windows tinted
Opps seen that we all dark-skinned and he wasn't with it
Got a ticket but my pockets still different
That's how we
Nigga, I'm a villain
What
At least that's how I been moving
Don't got to ask me how I feel, that information exclusive
Don't worry 'bout what I'm thinking, just worry 'bout what I'm doing
Don't worry 'bout where I'm aiming, just worry 'bout where I'm shooting
Okay, I'm making a movie and, yeah, I aim at the top
Bitches used to call me dirty 'til they seen me with mops
The way I drip it won't stop
I got Dior for the top
Balenciaga for the sneakers
Classic rollie the watch
Nigga feeling like Dave, gamberoni the pasta
Bada-boom, bling-blaow, chain singing some opera
Jewelry louder than the chef at the Italian spot
Cut my pieces out the pie if brodie making it hot
I tell 'em
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Writer(s): Babou Gaye
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