Babouche Songtext
von Jidenna
Babouche Songtext
Look at how I do it with the Babouche
Under 16, street Babouche
Kimono on a suit, lookin′ like a cape
So ahead of my time, I should probably wait
Lady on my arm, lady on her own
Leprechaun don wit' the lucky charm
Takin′ out your whole team like I'm black Bond
Nigga they ain't got no D like a strap-on
Yeah, they probably got a hundred failures
Yeah, I probably got a hundred tailors
Chiefin′ like I′m Bobby and The Wailers
I don't force it, I finesse it
Madam into hooded dressers
I be blessed
You can tell a lie from appearance
You can really spot what you fearin′
I heard Morgan Freeman got a hearing
See, I never trusted that earring
Ay, Uncle, tell 'em what they′re talkin' ′bout
Ooh, you slimy too, you sleazy, ooh
Auntie, tell me what the message is
Uh, in the midst of all, I swank on you
Midst of all, I swank on you
In the midst of all, I swank on you (Oh yeah)
Uh, uh, uh
Yeah, yeah, yeah
In the midst of all, I swank on you
Yeah, ya heard the accent, yeah, I get it from the east
Flow ridiculous so they find it so hard to beat
I be dancin' on the beat like I got two left feet
And I shoot at anything, so don't you think it′s sweet
Fuckin′ different flavours, she be askin', "Who the neighbours?"
Rappers always copy me, they owe me hundred favours
All my partners talkin′ crazy like they wanna date ya
And my favourite bitch in Cali really love The Raiders
I don't need nobody, I just need my wealth
And my baby mama, and my mental health
Keep it gangster, twistin′ fingers, shit, that get you dealt
And I got a couple notches, I don't need no belt
Put it what the word, know we better than the rest
I don′t need no rest, and I'll never wear no vest
If you got a problem, you should share it with your chest
And if I ever get her number she gon' be undressed, huh
Ay, Uncle, tell ′em what they′re talkin' ′bout
Ooh, you slimy too, you sleazy, ooh
Auntie, tell me what the message is
Uh, in the midst of all, I swank on you
Midst of all, I swank on you
In the midst of all, I swank on you (Oh yeah)
Uh, uh, uh
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Under 16, street Babouche
Kimono on a suit, lookin′ like a cape
So ahead of my time, I should probably wait
Lady on my arm, lady on her own
Leprechaun don wit' the lucky charm
Takin′ out your whole team like I'm black Bond
Nigga they ain't got no D like a strap-on
Yeah, they probably got a hundred failures
Yeah, I probably got a hundred tailors
Chiefin′ like I′m Bobby and The Wailers
I don't force it, I finesse it
Madam into hooded dressers
I be blessed
You can tell a lie from appearance
You can really spot what you fearin′
I heard Morgan Freeman got a hearing
See, I never trusted that earring
Ay, Uncle, tell 'em what they′re talkin' ′bout
Ooh, you slimy too, you sleazy, ooh
Auntie, tell me what the message is
Uh, in the midst of all, I swank on you
Midst of all, I swank on you
In the midst of all, I swank on you (Oh yeah)
Uh, uh, uh
Yeah, yeah, yeah
In the midst of all, I swank on you
Yeah, ya heard the accent, yeah, I get it from the east
Flow ridiculous so they find it so hard to beat
I be dancin' on the beat like I got two left feet
And I shoot at anything, so don't you think it′s sweet
Fuckin′ different flavours, she be askin', "Who the neighbours?"
Rappers always copy me, they owe me hundred favours
All my partners talkin′ crazy like they wanna date ya
And my favourite bitch in Cali really love The Raiders
I don't need nobody, I just need my wealth
And my baby mama, and my mental health
Keep it gangster, twistin′ fingers, shit, that get you dealt
And I got a couple notches, I don't need no belt
Put it what the word, know we better than the rest
I don′t need no rest, and I'll never wear no vest
If you got a problem, you should share it with your chest
And if I ever get her number she gon' be undressed, huh
Ay, Uncle, tell ′em what they′re talkin' ′bout
Ooh, you slimy too, you sleazy, ooh
Auntie, tell me what the message is
Uh, in the midst of all, I swank on you
Midst of all, I swank on you
In the midst of all, I swank on you (Oh yeah)
Uh, uh, uh
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Writer(s): Jerren Spruill, D'anthony Carlos, Dominique Sanders, Jidenna Mobisson, Nana Kwabena Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com