Back to Top

BAHA BLAST (feat. Reedsnovember) Video (MV)






Capo Raf - BAHA BLAST (feat. Reedsnovember) Lyrics




Listen to this track, bitch No, they can't do it like we can
No, they can't do it like we can It's begun and never done
We shoot it like the Taliban They can't do it like we can
They can't do it like we can They can't do it like we can

They can't do it like we can No, no they can't
Sippin' on the Baja with the juice Ayo, raf pour me a deuce
Got hella bad hoes on me Tryna slurp me like some soul
Lately , feel like I can never lose I've been takin' W's

HER PUSSY HELLA FUCCIN PINK and MY money hella blue
Hella, hella, hella Yeah, I need new margielas
I got a princess hoe So I call her Cinderella
I'ma spin this hoe I'ma spin it like a propeller

I'ma start a whole cult Like this shit was hell to start the garden
We go up, no doubt I could never slow
Dicc up in her mouth, he told her, please don't throw up
Lean up on my cup, okay, yeah, I'ma pour

I'm a real superstar, you a no one
I'm on my way to the tippity-top She suckin' me, givin' me slippity-slopper
Rafa just pulled up in the drippity-drop In the backseat, she a bippity-bopper
She be givin' me the bippity-bops In the undergarments, she need water

And then I pass it off She succ me up, then jacked me off
Percocet , adderall I sorry And I'm brand new car
Too Turnt from that alcohol You learn every time you fall
I PURGE
I just killed a mob Turned myself to a boss

F*ck a job Turned myself to a boss
Ha, ha, ha, ha, I'm the boss and you a worker
We throwin' ones , now she's a twerker
I finger-f*ck, now she's a squirter
That bitch pussy looks like a burger
Reeds killin' beats, got charged for murder

No, they can't do it like this No, they ain't jaccin' my shit
I nut in her mouth she eat kids She'll never know what my government is
Money fans in this bitch, we got racks in this bitch
Pint on the way, we just ordered the tris

Shooting my shot, I'm like Kobe, won't miss
Duece double cup ya we taking a piss
I'm happy as fuk, we don't have any kids got haters who really ain't jackin' my shit
But f*ck it, we makin' these blues like we Crips Got Addie's in New York, Connecticut Cribs
Why that boy super cap always telling them fibs , and a bad lil much ate me up like some chips
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

[ Correct these Lyrics ]

We currently do not have these lyrics. If you would like to submit them, please use the form below.


We currently do not have these lyrics. If you would like to submit them, please use the form below.




Listen to this track, bitch No, they can't do it like we can
No, they can't do it like we can It's begun and never done
We shoot it like the Taliban They can't do it like we can
They can't do it like we can They can't do it like we can

They can't do it like we can No, no they can't
Sippin' on the Baja with the juice Ayo, raf pour me a deuce
Got hella bad hoes on me Tryna slurp me like some soul
Lately , feel like I can never lose I've been takin' W's

HER PUSSY HELLA FUCCIN PINK and MY money hella blue
Hella, hella, hella Yeah, I need new margielas
I got a princess hoe So I call her Cinderella
I'ma spin this hoe I'ma spin it like a propeller

I'ma start a whole cult Like this shit was hell to start the garden
We go up, no doubt I could never slow
Dicc up in her mouth, he told her, please don't throw up
Lean up on my cup, okay, yeah, I'ma pour

I'm a real superstar, you a no one
I'm on my way to the tippity-top She suckin' me, givin' me slippity-slopper
Rafa just pulled up in the drippity-drop In the backseat, she a bippity-bopper
She be givin' me the bippity-bops In the undergarments, she need water

And then I pass it off She succ me up, then jacked me off
Percocet , adderall I sorry And I'm brand new car
Too Turnt from that alcohol You learn every time you fall
I PURGE
I just killed a mob Turned myself to a boss

F*ck a job Turned myself to a boss
Ha, ha, ha, ha, I'm the boss and you a worker
We throwin' ones , now she's a twerker
I finger-f*ck, now she's a squirter
That bitch pussy looks like a burger
Reeds killin' beats, got charged for murder

No, they can't do it like this No, they ain't jaccin' my shit
I nut in her mouth she eat kids She'll never know what my government is
Money fans in this bitch, we got racks in this bitch
Pint on the way, we just ordered the tris

Shooting my shot, I'm like Kobe, won't miss
Duece double cup ya we taking a piss
I'm happy as fuk, we don't have any kids got haters who really ain't jackin' my shit
But f*ck it, we makin' these blues like we Crips Got Addie's in New York, Connecticut Cribs
Why that boy super cap always telling them fibs , and a bad lil much ate me up like some chips
[ Correct these Lyrics ]
Writer: Rafael Donado, Reeds November
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

Back to: Capo Raf

Tags:
No tags yet