Lyrics:
Guala Beats
Out in Boca Raton, sipping Roca Patron
Take the ring off my phone, cause I ain't pick up the line
She said she's on her own, in my house
I'm out in Boca Raton
I'm sipping Roca Patron
I got this chick on the phone
Talking 'bout life and how I just ain't for her, I been inclined
Letters from Boca Raton
Damn don't know where this gon' go
But I know one thing for sho
That I'm gon' smell every rose
Letters from Boca Raton
Damn
cologne
And I might take my shit and move it back to Boca Raton
Don't hit up my phone Please leave me alone
I don't want your problems cuz I got some of my
vollen Wagon
Sondern in Boca Raton oder in Costa del Sol (uh)
Ich will alles
Ich will alles
Gib mir mehr als 'ne Präsi-Suite (mehr)
Nein, ich will
at the time (look)
Don't got the time to be passing
Batons, Just passing the time
I'm fucking a bitch outta Boca Raton (ok)
She losing her mind (mind)
'Cause
T Rex, this is Barbra from Boca Raton, Florida. First time caller, long time fan. I love Sparky Lightning and The Bolts. Shake me up.
Thanks for calling
do me wrong
La Vie En Rose till I'm gone
On my way to Boca Raton
Think I freed my soul through this song
Exploring what the sun say when it go down
What's up what's going on uhh da plug back from boca Raton uhh mono e mono never on da phone
He say he trust me but be gripping on crome my nigga no
(Fuck you Tony!)
Yeah
Dice que me quiere pero ya no estoy
Ya me fui nadando a Boca Raton
Shawty, estaba en la mía, pero no
Desaparezco en la mía, no
starting to feel like Madea
Now I'm out in Boca Raton
They really don't know what we on
I'm covered in Louis, V Lone
Been putting my life in a song
They look
Suicide doors, brown Rover look like pork and beans (okay)
Everybody know me in the club 'cause they smokin' me
Dro, hoes scopin' me, ice come from Boca
of puttin' pain in the street, they makin' albums
Changin' they sourroundin', hopefully housing
Smokery lounge in Boca Raton, not a cloud in the sky, ocean
Suicide doors, brown Rover look like pork and beans (okay)
Everybody know me in the club 'cause they smokin' me
Dro, hoes scopin' me, ice come from Boca
makes ya wife react
Been had an entourage and platinum cards
Been getting Swedish massage in Boca Raton
What you think all them years I ain't pop no
touch, pretty much turns to birds
I be in Miami, Boca Raton, pokin' your moms
Her and ya aunt all over the Don
Using a dope then I'm gone, back
can't flow with the don
Talkin' 'cross the pond, not Boca Raton
Foreign cars, I don't got a complex, arm stretched
.40 cal' laid on the armrest for
Depending who you told
Boca raton
If you already know
Get yo own money
But Baby it’s cold
Silence is diamonds
But action is gold
Ima get mine
If you ain’t
did
Bust down pour, bust down beer, all of my charms
Patek on my left, AP on my right, all on my arms
Miami too hot, tell the plug get 'em to Boca
fetish
but she got a lot of blisters
I mean hammer time feet
you think she had walked from Boca Raton
they say I gotta change my evil ways
and I'm
of panties black
Jack points to her crapper crack
And I find I'm gettin' a bone in Boca Raton
Wherever you go in So Flo you're sure to enjoy a good peek
on the sofa she goan swallow my kids moca
Boca boca raton Tampa
Black and white corvette I call that shit panda
Champagne Dom P take over Canada
Yaad Don
Ari, bia, oye
I'm out with ari in boca raton
I like my men like my trees, keep me blown
I give you more, you won't leave me alone
But there's things
of sworn that I sold coke
No joke you wanna jump me Motherfucker I'll provide the rope
So yo my phones equipped with a Boca Raton area code
I'm dipped in
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