batta rumba Lyrics

Life of the party

You know dat I brought it

Jo Papi make history call me a lord

Before I get shot

Like Dolph, Nipsey or Pop

Might go drop by at barney's n get some Dior

I stay gettin hotter

I pulled out da bottom

Reminders of what it looked like to be poor

Didn't have dollas for food

So I put on da mask

N den rolled up dummy on da store

Now dat I flipped da script

Know I ain't going back

Imma keep goin in givin no warnin

Got enough ice to freeze

Everyone out it's so cold dat

I might have just fixed global warmin

Fuck all dat nine to five

Rather do suicide

I'm on dat vibe to get paid for recordins

I don't know must be da

Sound of my voice I ain't

Touch her yet but she already be horny

She can Rumba

Cuban Rumba

We get fucked up

God I luh her

Batta rumba

Batta rumba

Batta rumba

God I luh her

Readin da vibe

Got dat look in her eyes

N den let out a sigh

Let me know she wet

Fuck it I'm YLIN

I do what I like

N I like to drop nuts

On dat thotie head

We was 15 at

Da party 15

Gs of molly tied up

So we pocket it

I come out da cut

Know I'm puffin da runtz

N bustin dese nuts

I keep talkin shit

Circle da block

N then spotted da ops

Dey try set up da liq

I don't fall for it

Gettin dis money

Til I get my momma

A four car garage

Filled wit four cars

My baby expectin

Dat pussy expensive

Better keep dem toes

Dressed in tom ford

Tell she a baddie

Dat ass is fatty

Her new daddy dick

Down like a porn star

She can Rumba

Cuban Rumba

We get fucked up

God I luh her

Batta rumba

Batta rumba

Batta rumba

God I luh her