作曲 : Lancey Foux/Fimiguerrero/Len
制作人 : Kele Krishan Cooper
[Intro: Lancey Foux]
Yeah
[Chorus: Lancey Foux]
Huh
Huh, huh (Woo)
Boujee, hundred degrees inside, how could it not be?
I got the gang ten toes outside, how could it not be? (Ten toes)
When you walk this way and too long 'til your fly, how could you not be? (Woo)
I do this shit, all they do is try, they must play Rugby (Ha)
Sexy ladies, they stay in my side, I can't stop stuntin' (Can't stop stuntin')
Too sexy, I get a bad one shy, how could she not be? (Bad one shy)
It's a jump off, we got the shit goin' wild, how could it not be?
[Verse 1: Fimiguerrero]
(Ha) How could it not be? (How?)
Yeah, who else could pull up with baddies, my favorite one covered in Dolce (Dolce, Dolce)
If life is a game then I'm OP, Doumbia in 2014 (Ha)
Yeah, she give me that sugar, it's so sweet, tell her "Boss up" and she salty, yeah (Bitch)
She givin' me brain 'til I'm dopey, keying the lock so she don't leave (Yeah)
We can't be homies, all this sex talk like alonely (Alonely, yeah)
Clean, shake it like Nairobi (Yeah, shake it)
Make her jump like aerobic (Ha)
We're undercover like my clothin' (Ha)
They saw the swag and they start to clone it (Rah)
I'm drivin' that shit like it's stolen (Hmm)
[Chorus: Lancey Foux]
Huh
Huh, huh (Phew)
Boujee, hundred degrees inside, how could it not be?
I got the gang ten toes outside, how could it not be? (Yeah)
When you walk this way and too long 'til your fly, how could you not be? (Woo)
I do this shit, all they do is try, they must play Rugby (Myself, uh)
Sexy ladies, they stay in my side, I can't stop stuntin' (Can't stop stuntin')
Too sexy, I get a bad one shy, how could she not be?
It's a jump off, we got the shit goin' wild, how could it not be?
[Verse 2: Len]
Hey, hey, I'm goin' through like Temper 2
All the chains on your neck, glitter (Glitter)
And the TV rack, clear (Clear)
And the CD rack, clear (Clear)
And the CD rack, won't get none of your CD's back (Okay, let's go)
Niggas don't really wanna beef me, me I got used to this stake, same size as the Carti' (Woah, woah)
Trap phone, flip, jump, parkour (Brr)
Always gon' see me with Mary Jane (Let's go)
Red nose and blue, one per your parkour bench, hold on (Ch-ch)
Find myself and I'm buyin' the diamonds, why aren't they blindin' my eyes? (C'mon)
I got a plug named Jésus wet, gonna make a non-believer see Christ (Woo)
Shit way deeper than Cloud 9 (Swag, swag, swag)
[Chorus: Lancey Foux & Lizzy]
Huh, huh (Phew)
Boujee, hundred degrees inside, how could it not be?
I got the gang ten toes outside, how could it not be? (Yeah)
When you walk this way and too long 'til your fly, how could you not be? (Woo)
I do this shit, all they do is try, they must play Rugby (Myself, uh)
Sexy ladies, they stay in my side, I can't stop stuntin' (Can't stop stuntin')
Too sexy, I get a bad one shy, how could she not be? (How could she not be, man?)
It's a jump off, we got the shit goin' wild, how could it not be?
[Outro: Lizzy]
Yeah, It's your boy, sincere mother****in' Lizzy
Straight out of north London, yeah
Shoutout my east side niggas, shoutout my west side niggas
Shoutout my south side niggas, shoutout my whole London niggas
Shoutout my worldwide niggas, you know we on that Lizzy shit
You know we on that flee shit, you know we on that Ocean drive shit
You know we on that hoppin' out in Mayfair with a bad ting, you know how we roll
Son 6 foot some', hoppin' out a German motor
Chings clashin' with the AP Skellie
Sky Dweller on, some' crazy, 5711 Patek
It's that Lizzy shit, it's that CONGLOMERATE shit
You know how we gettin' down
Yo LF, we out my nigga
Len where you at my nigga?
Fimi where you at my nigga?
It's London, big Lizzy, big steppin'
CONGLOMERATE shit, we own shit
You know how we get down, big ****in' Lizzy
Stay flee, get Lizzy, ya dig? Yeah
Some' crazy on my sight, slim, slender, sour, c'mon