Babooshka Lyrics

When I'm on don't hit my phone

I been alone

Rolling Stones

On the road all day long

My money long and my dick long

Cleopatra bad to the bone

She throw it back on me like woah

Open up put it in ya throat

Here some money for ya toes

This a 1 of 1 exclusive clothes

They said you him I said I know

Born a king it's in my soul

Bury my casket in gold

Got the za let's hit the corner store

In the backseat bitches off snow

We outside even if it's cold

Babooshka baby I'm yours

Burn down ya house

I'll burn down ya city

I'm off the booze fucking up my kidneys

My bitch a addict we Bobby and Whitney

My nigga a killer he leave no witness

I'm off the shrooms and pack I'm tripping

Stack in my pocket god damnit I'm limping

Staring at Medusa damn don't temp me

Na na na

Rolling up that Za Za Za

Mmm so high like La La La

Mmm na na na

Mmm rolling up that Za Za Za

Mmm so high like La La La

Mmm na na na

After I took dem mushrooms

Boy I'm so high

High just like a white boy

Yeah fuck you dad

But smoke with some gangstas

Black klu klux klan

They gon come and rip ya

Mortal Kombat

You gon learn your lesson

Po po po po child

Exhaust steaming

The blunt smoke steaming

It's money bleeding

My family getting greedy

Like I'm anemic

I keep a bish squeezing

She keep teasing

I'll let her meet the demon

They didn't believe me

So now I got a reason

When I'm on don't hit my phone

I been alone

Rolling Stones

On the road all day long

My money long and my dick long

Cleopatra bad to the bone

She throw it back on me like woah

Open up put it in ya throat

Here some money for ya toes

This a 1 of 1 exclusive clothes

They said you him I said I know

Born a king it's in my soul

Bury my casket in gold

Got the za let's hit the corner store

In the backseat bitches off snow

We outside even if it's cold

Babooshka baby I'm yours