BORA BORA Lyrics English Translation by Skinny Flex
Started with little, grams, posture like squids
Listening to sirocco tracks with coconut air freshener
You know I turn everything I touch into gold
I come from trap, bro, before I used to say I was crazy
Until they saw I was getting mine, they tried to get to me
Fake niggas, multiply, too many wannabes (Fuck)
If I shoot at your homie, frozen like a mannequin
You don’t know what we did to get here (GanG)
And I’m about the money, I don’t want new friends
My little bro behind bars for leaving a couple witnesses
What I want, I get, everybody hanging on my words (I say)
A kilo of lead ain’t the same as one of wheat (Na’, na’)
I switch sides like Figo, your little bro I retire
Plenty of haters, but they ain’t enemies
I make my move, I dip, I leave the way I came
Five girls gotta team up just to compete with me
Skinny, what’s up? I’m looking for my check, bro (Ah)
Mini mini man, they wanna see me underground (Damn)
I do what I want, I know I can do anything (For real)
If they want war, we send ’em to eat through a tube (Paw)
Fuck the love, bae, I got no heart (Na’, na’, na’)
I want vacay in Bora Bora
Money is what really falls in love with me (Yeah, yeah)
Only for mama is when a man cries (Yeah)
Fuck the love, bae, I got no heart
I want vacay in Bora Bora
Money is what really falls in love with me (Falls in love, yeah)
Only for mama is when a man cries (Okay)
Respect to the niggas moving ’round for the Bentley
Stop playing games for this clip go empty (Stop it)
Sour face like a Fendi shirt
We on the block, hustling daily and daily (Hus—)
An apartment in the ghetto, I wanna pay it in cash (Cash)
Moving like a ninja, nigga, we don’t dance (No)
I’m chill with my plan, y’all are just fans
I got the Fourty ready for whoever wanna try
I got the stick, stick, stick, niggas, weak, weak, weak (Weak)
If I give you this dick, baby, they come that quick
For the clip, clip, nigga wear lipstick (Haha)
Give you expensive bitch, why you sell it so cheap? (What?)
You sell it so cheap because you act rich (Ja)
This is Salt City, bro, this ain’t Miami Beach
We in the ghetto making money like Simić
She wants the G to play that bitch
Fuck the love, bae, I got no heart (Na’, na’, na’)
I want vacay in Bora Bora
Money is what really falls in love with me (Yeah, yeah)
Only for mama is when a man cries (Yeah)
Fuck the love, bae, I got no heart
I want vacay in Bora Bora
Money is what really falls in love with me (Falls in love, yeah)
Only for mama is when a man cries (Okay)
Ha
Four, four