Bookoo Bucks
Nasty C
NASTY C BOOKOO BUCKS DETAILS
Nasty C Bookoo Bucks Lyrics. Bookoo Bucks Song Sung By African Rapper And Songwriter Nsikayesizwe David Junior Ngcobo Or Nasty C On Zulu Man With Some Power Album. Nasty C Bookoo Bucks Is African Rap Genre Song. Nasty C Bookoo Bucks English Lyrics.
NASTY C BOOKOO BUCKS INFO
Song : Bookoo Bucks
Album : Zulu Man With Some Power
Artist : Nasty C
Featured By : Lil Gotit & Lil Keed
Genre : Pop
Language : English
Release Date : 2020-08-28
NASTY C BOOKOO BUCKS LYRICS
(ATL Jacobs, ATL Jacobs)
Bookoo bucks
Foreign coupe rush
Do too much
Shop too much
I'm too up
I'm feelin' a rush
Haters on hush
Wrists so slush
I'm too up
With two sluts
I'm too up
Give two fucks
Up the pump
Bitch, what's up?
Windows up
Geeked as fuck
Shoot my shot, I'm hot just like I'm Kobe
Niggas steady talking like they know me
Never did a damn thing that they told me
Ooowee
Ooowee
Taking shit back to my old days, yeah
Fuckin this paper, no foreplay, yeah
I can't be caught out by no low stakes
When my name in their mouth like it's Colgate, yeah
I've been running this shit up with no brakes
Nigga, get in my way and it's road rage, yeah
Poles give that nigga pole face, yeah
Ghost give that nigga ghost face, yeah
Touch down ATL, long flight straight out that jungle
I walked outta customs and got to it, I don't play about that hustle
You've got a bag, but this ain't bag, yeah, this is a duffel
She got a ass, but she ain't that bad, she gotta be humble
Bookoo bucks
Foreign coupe rush
Do too much
Shop too much
I'm too up
I'm feelin' a rush
Haters on hush
Wrists so slush
I'm too up
With two sluts
I'm too up
Give two fucks
Up the pump
Bitch, what's up?
Windows up
Geeked as fuck
Shoot my shot, I'm hot just like I'm Kobe
Niggas steady talking like they know me
Never did a damn thing that they told me
Ooowee
Ooowee
I'm in a big body
Dior my sock body
Shooters gon ride 'bout me
Tell me what's your location
Mask up, no cases
Penthouse, no babies
Gucci down, yeah, I'm crazy
Keep sticks, got Glocks with a laser
Yeah, go off for my people
I keep a weapon, it's lethal
I'm runnin' up bands like a cheetah
Cut off your thumb, we don't beef through no message
.223 hit him and came out his belly
Flooded my mouth with veneer, looking edgy
Smoke out the pack, then we sip on the extra
Bet the Maybach drive itself like a Tesla
Steppin' on shit, yeah, my footprint be leather
Go cop a Demon, I call it the devil
I keep some green on me, talking 'bout like relish
Bookoo bucks
Foreign coupe rush
Do too much
Shock too much
I'm too up
I'm feelin a rush
Haters on hush
Wrists so slush
I'm too up
We're too slushed
I'm too up
Give two fucks
Up the pump
Bitch, what's up?
Windows up
Geeked as fuck
Shoot my shot, I'm hot just like I'm Kobe
Niggas steady talking like they know me
Never did a damn thing that they told me
Ooowee
Ooowee
Rock to a 24, ain't talkin Kobe
Nigga talkin out his neck, I don't even know him
Nigga talkin' fake ass, tell a nigga to show me
Spinnin' on the block, man, lookin' like ooh
Black and white diamonds, Andy Griffiith, I ain't Opie
Told her put her little bitty mouth on my tool
Hey, hey, went and put that Cartier watch on my wrist
Man, be nasty, we slime in a Bentley
Wishin' to genies, my top off the 'Ghini
I came from the bottom, she came in bikinis
We blow the top off the op in a minute
Ya'll niggas' songs ain't having no meanings
Do that lil slide, chop it up like zucchini
Oh oh (Chop, chop, chop)
Bookoo bucks
Foreign coupe rush
Do too much
Shop too much
I'm too up
I'm feelin' a rush
Haters on hush
Wrists so slush
I'm too up
With two sluts
I'm too up
Give two fucks
Up the pump
Bitch, what's up?
Windows up
Geeked as fuck
Shoot my shot, I'm hot just like I'm Kobe
Niggas steady talking like they know me
Never did a damn thing that they told me
Ooowee
Ooowee
Bookoo bucks
Foreign coupe rush
Do too much
Shop too much
I'm too up
I'm feelin' a rush
Haters on hush
Wrists so slush
I'm too up
With two sluts
I'm too up
Give two fucks
Up the pump
Bitch, what's up?
Windows up
Geeked as fuck
Shoot my shot, I'm hot just like I'm Kobe
Niggas steady talking like they know me
Never did a damn thing that they told me
Ooowee
Ooowee
Taking shit back to my old days, yeah
Fuckin this paper, no foreplay, yeah
I can't be caught out by no low stakes
When my name in their mouth like it's Colgate, yeah
I've been running this shit up with no brakes
Nigga, get in my way and it's road rage, yeah
Poles give that nigga pole face, yeah
Ghost give that nigga ghost face, yeah
Touch down ATL, long flight straight out that jungle
I walked outta customs and got to it, I don't play about that hustle
You've got a bag, but this ain't bag, yeah, this is a duffel
She got a ass, but she ain't that bad, she gotta be humble
Bookoo bucks
Foreign coupe rush
Do too much
Shop too much
I'm too up
I'm feelin' a rush
Haters on hush
Wrists so slush
I'm too up
With two sluts
I'm too up
Give two fucks
Up the pump
Bitch, what's up?
Windows up
Geeked as fuck
Shoot my shot, I'm hot just like I'm Kobe
Niggas steady talking like they know me
Never did a damn thing that they told me
Ooowee
Ooowee
I'm in a big body
Dior my sock body
Shooters gon ride 'bout me
Tell me what's your location
Mask up, no cases
Penthouse, no babies
Gucci down, yeah, I'm crazy
Keep sticks, got Glocks with a laser
Yeah, go off for my people
I keep a weapon, it's lethal
I'm runnin' up bands like a cheetah
Cut off your thumb, we don't beef through no message
.223 hit him and came out his belly
Flooded my mouth with veneer, looking edgy
Smoke out the pack, then we sip on the extra
Bet the Maybach drive itself like a Tesla
Steppin' on shit, yeah, my footprint be leather
Go cop a Demon, I call it the devil
I keep some green on me, talking 'bout like relish
Bookoo bucks
Foreign coupe rush
Do too much
Shock too much
I'm too up
I'm feelin a rush
Haters on hush
Wrists so slush
I'm too up
We're too slushed
I'm too up
Give two fucks
Up the pump
Bitch, what's up?
Windows up
Geeked as fuck
Shoot my shot, I'm hot just like I'm Kobe
Niggas steady talking like they know me
Never did a damn thing that they told me
Ooowee
Ooowee
Rock to a 24, ain't talkin Kobe
Nigga talkin out his neck, I don't even know him
Nigga talkin' fake ass, tell a nigga to show me
Spinnin' on the block, man, lookin' like ooh
Black and white diamonds, Andy Griffiith, I ain't Opie
Told her put her little bitty mouth on my tool
Hey, hey, went and put that Cartier watch on my wrist
Man, be nasty, we slime in a Bentley
Wishin' to genies, my top off the 'Ghini
I came from the bottom, she came in bikinis
We blow the top off the op in a minute
Ya'll niggas' songs ain't having no meanings
Do that lil slide, chop it up like zucchini
Oh oh (Chop, chop, chop)
Bookoo bucks
Foreign coupe rush
Do too much
Shop too much
I'm too up
I'm feelin' a rush
Haters on hush
Wrists so slush
I'm too up
With two sluts
I'm too up
Give two fucks
Up the pump
Bitch, what's up?
Windows up
Geeked as fuck
Shoot my shot, I'm hot just like I'm Kobe
Niggas steady talking like they know me
Never did a damn thing that they told me
Ooowee
Ooowee
NASTY C ZULU MAN WITH SOME POWER LYRICS AND TRACKLIST
King Shit Lyrics
Steve Biko Lyrics
That's Hard Lyrics
Overpriced Steak Lyrics
Feeling Lyrics
La Vida Loca Lyrics
Zone Lyrics (By Nasty C & Tellaman)
How Many Times Lyrics
All In Lyrics (By Nasty C & T.I.)
Lose Some Win Some Lyrics
Sad Boys Lyrics
Black And White Lyrics (By Nasty C & Ari Lennox)
Deep Pockets Lyrics (By Nasty C & Rowlene)
Bookoo Bucks Lyrics (By Nasty C, Lil Gotit & Lil Keed)
Ababulali Lyrics
King Shit Lyrics
Steve Biko Lyrics
That's Hard Lyrics
Overpriced Steak Lyrics
Feeling Lyrics
La Vida Loca Lyrics
Zone Lyrics (By Nasty C & Tellaman)
How Many Times Lyrics
All In Lyrics (By Nasty C & T.I.)
Lose Some Win Some Lyrics
Sad Boys Lyrics
Black And White Lyrics (By Nasty C & Ari Lennox)
Deep Pockets Lyrics (By Nasty C & Rowlene)
Bookoo Bucks Lyrics (By Nasty C, Lil Gotit & Lil Keed)
Ababulali Lyrics
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