Booga

If you don't get money you'll suffer
We don't take bad up dem boy there good
Don't get it confused cah they got their hood up
The beef ting's boring I just want Mula
My French ting said "Do a song with Booba"
Fifty-pointer they look like booga
Them man their jewels ain't real they're poopass huh
Remember I told shorty we're gon' link that day and got stood up
You say that you're on me I beg man pull up
I hate— I hate when they talk 'bout the T
Only grams of the white that you seen is sugar
Bad one smilin' at me in the club
But I want the one with the face all push-up
I like girls that aren't interested
I've never spent one pound on a hooker
Eatin' good but I still ain't full up
I'm tryna get my belly big like Buddha
A1 he's a full-time jugger put it on pause
'Cause he just went jummah
Go OT and it look like we're camping
Rambo knife and a portable cooker
Woulda took mans girl but she ain't my standard
So my lil' broski took her
They coulda shoulda woulda
It sounds good but they won't though will they?
One-one dread in the T like booka
How you a Ras but you're smokin' Cohiba?
I-I went school with Mohammed Abdullah
I know about xabsi laag you na'as
Beris and Hilib I shout out hooyo
Lord forgive us as I'm a sinner
Repent and pray you accept our sunnah
Warya warya xabad and a guri
I love man but I don't trust man fully
I see through them and I don't feel threatened
They got on a bally and put up their hoodie
It don't feel real when I say "Free Mukky"
I'll be sixty when my broski lands
We don't take bad up we don't get bullied
Them man there pussy they roll like—
Big-big Big G-Wagon your girlfriend pass passy
Playin' some Frank Sinatra
Look at the stars I'm playin' some jazz
Bro came back bald 'cause he came from Hajj
Bro came back bolo he came from Cantis
It's mad 'cause I just came back from Cannes
If we see one of them khalas
They can't come back to my hood got banned
W's W's up like Wu Tang Clan
It's a west side story Tupac thug life
Prove that then if you're bad let one fly
Once I ran but I learnt now
One-by-one I'ma get man done right
Boom bye bine no knife it's gun fight
In the bando I slept with one eye
Now I'm on Bondi Beach it's sunrise
A man like me I'm hard to come by
I made M's off rap I'm stable
I done it no label when I was unsigned
On sight man it could still go left
Get cheffed like breakfast dinner or lunchtime
Where the demand is I'm gonna supply
I watched Slumdog Millionaire and relate to the kid from Mumbai