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Dappy – Bolo Lyrics

Dappy Bolo Lyrics, Bolo Lyrics by Dappy ft Abra Cadabra

You know I only talk that real
Ayo, Rvchet, this sounds mad
Yo, yo, ay

Pockets on swoller, getting older
Humble, I don’t move too flashy
Dem man are capping, man are actors
They need a Oscar, I’m just tryna grab me a Grammy
You’re out here struggling with like two and a q
It’s been a month and you still ain’t flipped shit
Can’t be out here trapping like it’s a fashion
When you come from a real good family
Ah ah ah, Mr. Loverman
The money’s stacking up, we need more rubber bands
I get it and I split it with the fam
They get it and they put it on the ‘Gram
Yo, yo, my pockets stay bolo
Tell bro-bro we got a show in a different country
You’re countin’ so you’re out here spendin’ thousands
Fam, you’re gettin’ way too comfy

Machine in my hand
Mop on deck, I’m clean with the bang
Filling up a dinger, finna go steam on a man
Better have a pillow and a duvet
Cah he finna go sleep where he at
Mad ting
I leave with a gat, I dun take top block, you can leave it to man
I’ll leave with a bang, no cap, it’s mad with the mash in my palm
Bad from mi born, angle my arm and take my stance
How you think about boot outs, dem man soft
Coulda had a pie fight, they won’t let that blast
I used to be like dem riding ’round no Ps on a ridgeback
So why wouldn’t they bother and make me rise up a big strap
Dig that

Pockets on swoller, getting older
Humble, I don’t move too flashy
Dem man are capping, man are actors
They need a Oscar, I’m just tryna grab me a Grammy
You’re out here struggling with like two and a blue
It’s been a month and you still ain’t flipped shit
Can’t be out here trapping like it’s a fashion
When you come from a real good family
Ah ah ah, Mr. Money Man
The money’s stacking up, we need more rubber bands
I get it and I split it with the fam
You get it and you put it on the ‘Gram
Yo, yo, my pockets stay bolo
Tell bro-bro we got a show in a different country
You’re countin’ so you’re out here spendin’ thousands
Fam, you’re gettin’ way too comfy

Brudder, I just made twenty-five racks off a sixteen-bar
That’s a yearly wage
That’s a bag a bar, with nine to spare, my brudder
You can keep your change
No cap, made a million racks in maddest of hats
And I changed the game
With the cards that I was dealt
I shouldn’t be poppin’ these Ace of Spades
Carried the whole game on my back for like fourteen years
Now I’m feeling like a bammy ant
I never let it get to my head cah we all bleed red
It’s always someone badder than
Ain’t easy tryna keep balance
When these eediat labels got you on the ropes
Thinking I might turn vegan
‘Cause it ain’t easy ouchea being the GOAT

Pockets on swoller, getting older
Humble, I don’t move too flashy
Dem man are capping, man are actors
They need a Oscar, I’m just tryna grab me a Grammy
You’re out here struggling with like two and a q
It’s been a month and you still ain’t flipped shit
Can’t be out here trapping like it’s a fashion
When you come from a real good family
Ah ah ah, Mr. Loverman
The money’s stacking up, we need more rubber bands
I get it and I split it with the fam
They get it and they put it on the ‘Gram
Yo, yo, my pockets stay bolo
Tell bro-bro we got a show in a different country
You’re countin’ so you’re out here spendin’ thousands
Fam, you’re gettin’ way too comfy

Gunshot make man respect man
Don’t disrespect man, send corn if you disrespect man
Spray this tryna disinfect man
Man lift this TEC and force to go get the get back

Only cheque calm with execs, fam
Hell no, I’ll never listen to a bunch of yes man
I’ll go toe to toe with any man
And I’ma bun ’em all now and I’ma rest when I’m dead, fam

So, so, make your chest go low
Put your arse in the air and wine it up
Jiggle while you got the woody really rising up
Treat the body like a ladder she be climbin’ up

The woody woody make her stay, make her ride it good
The jiggle batty show me you ain’t shy with food
Big batty, press that like a nine of the buj
I still leave a man red if I ride in the hood

Pockets on swoller, getting older
Humble, I don’t move too flashy
Dem man are capping, man are actors
They need a Oscar, I’m just tryna grab me a Grammy
You’re out here struggling with like two and a q
It’s been a month and you still ain’t flipped shit
Can’t be out here trapping like it’s a fashion
When you come from a real good family
Ah ah

Real mad controller

Yeah yeah