Bombay lyrics

[Intro: Lil Wop]
Wop
Samba Beatz
Ayy, yeah (Ayy, ayy, ayy)

[Chorus: Lil Wop]
Ayy, Bombay boolin' with your ho, ayy (Yeah)
I'm off all these drugs, it got me feeling slow, ayy (It's Wop, ayy)
Ayy, Lil Wopster done got fifty on his toes, ayy (On my, Wop)
I done got a lil' guap, I need some more, ayy (Ayy)
On the road with your ho, touring, I'm getting dough, ayy (With ya b*tch)
I just poured a whole eighth, it got me leaning to the floor, ayy (Actavis)
Lil Wop done got some guap, I need some more, ayy (I need some more, ayy, yeah)
First, they ain't f*ck with me now all these b*tches know, ayy (Now these b*tches know, yeah)

[Verse 1: Lil Wop]
All these n*ggas copy cats, yeah, all these n*ggas clones (Wop)
I told that b*tch to text me, told that b*tch, "Don't call my phone" (Told that b*tch, "Don't hit my line")
Told that b*tch, "Don't fall in love," 'cause Lil Wopster might do her wrong (I might do that lil' b*tch bad)
I'm in love with the drink, I double up my styrofoam (Ayy)
My shoes, they cost a thing or more, I don't walk cheap (It's Wop)
They be like, "Lil Wop get all the guap," I got em salty (Yeah)
Ayy, I got think this is yo ho, come tell this thirsty b*tch get off me (Wop)
If that n*gga want some smoke with Wop that n*gga better off me (Pew-pew-pew, ayy)
I'ma pull up on your block on that hot sh*t (Skrrt)
I got dirty bullets comin' out the mop stick (Pew-pew-pew, Wop)
Shoot it 'til it's empty, I'ma air out the whole cartridge (Yeah)
Got alot of ammo for them n*ggas on that opp sh*t (Ayy, yeah)
[Chorus: Lil Wop]
Ayy, Bombay boolin' with your ho, ayy (Yeah)
I'm off all these drugs, it got me feeling slow, ayy (It's Wop, ayy)
Ayy, Lil Wopster done got fifty on his toes, ayy (On my, Wop)
I done got a lil' guap, I need some more, ayy (Ayy)
On the road with your ho, touring, I'm getting dough, ayy (With ya b*tch)
I just poured a whole eighth, it got me leaning to the floor, ayy (Actavis)
Lil Wop done got some guap, I need some more, ayy (I need some more, ayy, yeah)
First, they ain't f*ck with me now all these b*tches know, ayy (Now these b*tches know, yeah)

[Verse 2: Cuban Doll & Lil Wop]
Wop and Cuban in this b*tch, yeah, we be geekin' (Yeah, Wop)
Pull up to your block, yeah, we be tweakin' (b*tch)
We don't f*ck with coke, these hoes be sneakin' (Hell nah)
I'm a female shooter call me Stojakovic
I'm flyer than a b*tch, yeah, yo n*gga want a kiss (Yeah)
Diamonds glisten on my neck, my sh*t is dancing (Ayy)
Bands in my pocket got these hoes prancing (Yeah)
You staying with yo mama, I'm living in a mansion
No, I'm not no school girl but I'm trappin' out the campus (Ayy)
All I want is bread, b*tch, like a sandwich (Yeah)
You flexing for the 'gram, I'm doing it for my fam', b*tch (Yeah)
Tax a n*gga for a show like I'm Uncle Sam, b*tch (Yeah, yeah)
Double cup, I'm moving slow, no, this ain't no Xan, b*tch (What? Ayy)
Cuban and Lil Wop, you gotta stan, b*tch
[Chorus: Lil Wop]
Ayy, Bombay boolin' with your ho, ayy (Yeah)
I'm off all these drugs, it got me feeling slow, ayy (It's Wop, ayy)
Ayy, Lil Wopster done got fifty on his toes, ayy (On my, Wop)
I done got a lil' guap, I need some more, ayy (Ayy)
On the road with your ho, touring, I'm getting dough, ayy (With ya b*tch)
I just poured a whole eighth, it got me leaning to the floor, ayy (Actavis)
Lil Wop done got some guap, I need some more, ayy (I need some more, ayy, yeah)
First, they ain't f*ck with me now all these b*tches know, ayy (Now these b*tches know, yeah)