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february bank - bola-bola lyrics

not sure if you noticed but i’m spitting bars
i’m rolling and devoted i’m so silly gosh
i’m counting all these stars but i’m the superstar
i’m glowing in the dark just like an avatar
and soon it will be april on the calendar
my album kinda fancy call it caviar
you’ll never hear a hook you f+cking amateur
you asking what i said during my seminar
i’m always in a grab it’s like a rent+a+car
i really need to pee i drank a reservoir
i wish i had a bike with st+rdy handlebars
the traffic h+lla bad and i live h+lla far
i wish i had a bodyguard
cocaine it makes me party hard
you call me pablo escobar
i know i’m short like kevin hart
got karma from the candy bar
excuse me it’s a smelly fart
why you laughing with that hardy har
i be sampling from s&r
the microwave is very smart
don’t question who you really are
if you close but there is no cigar
you dumb then we can go to war
i can shake you for a hundred yards
top to bottom full of body art
i’m looking like a comic card
i be staring at her from afar
maybe kiss her out in central park
be better than i was before
i’m snoring with your metaphors
your lyrics should be never forced
i rap because it’s from the heart
all i need is just a little spark
maybe you can be my lucky charm
already got a running start
all you rappers check my repertoire
i’m slowly gonna climb the charts
i won’t forget my powerbar
got christopher my counterpart
we always argue back and forth
the philippines is so bizarre
a bunch of people cheating there is no divorce
i’m at a sari+sari store
it’s never open twenty four
got everything you looking for
the soda is forever warm
and a milo is a dinosaur
most of y’all are so baduy
only knowing jak and poi
the homies wanna play pusoy
i’m sorry little mamas boy
the car is with your tito boy
you super spoiled and so annoyed
learn to wash your dishes in the kitchen with the yellow joy
you probably need a job so you can be employed
work at mcdonald’s boy

hmm see…

f+ck you b+tch can you do this
my inner demon ruthless
i just say it in the booth b+tch
bingo bango where the cat go
be chilling up in mango
where i made this f+cking album
i switch up the topic
i get toxic when i talk sh+t
show manila who the prophet
thousand pesos my pocket
i electrocute the socket
hip+hop is how i rock it
if you don’t like me don’t f+ck with me
i don’t like you and your f+ckery
i’m a d+ck and you can suck on me
i don’t need your company
your shoes don’t match your dungarees
i think you f+cking comedy

bola+bola
with misua and patola
bola+bola
i got it from my lola

- february bank lyrics

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