Pedro Manuel - Boricuas Lyrics

Boricuas, Estamos Aqui
She wanna dance, she like I'm Dominican
She want bachata, I'm playing Many Men
She want a thug, I'm sitting with henchmen
This nerd turned into a ghost
She broke my heart so I got in the booth
Q told me get it, I hunt 'em like goose
Me and the Velli like Biggie & Pac
Fat ass nigga with bitches he brought
You gotta see it if you think it's a lie
I think he jealous, yeah look at my smile
Okay, Okay, Okay
Glad you caught up
Okay I'm havin' some fun, I got out my bag
My niggas said get the f*ck up
We at the bank and we hit it and laugh, hit it and laugh
LOL, LOL, texting my phone
I'm such a bitch, can you pass me a bone?
I think of way I can f*ck on my ex
Cuz that bitch is so sad and she alone
Going ghost
Going ghost
Going ghost
Going ghost
Going ghost
Going ghost
Going ghost
She like the way I be f*ckin' talkin'
I don't like niggas who never ever got it
I did it myself, I'm feelin' toxic
I gotta calm down before I wipe it
And drop it, and drop it
That nigga's a god, got an ego
Nah, really, I'm feelin' like me tho
My home girl bad like Shego
My cousin gon' say I'm crazy
I say this ain't even me tryin'
So quit actin' like you don't like it
I see your head keep on bobbin'
So don't ever say you're my friend
I don't have none besides in my head
See his flow over there needs Claritin
My flow gon' take you to ER
Come meet my friends, they'll take you to DR
Who eatin' good? Oh yeah, we are
Flames on my body, I'm ridin' the mare
Damn okay shorty keep playin' with my hair
She tell me she's obsessed when she confessed
Tell me I give a life but I'm death
Burn the whole room if I'm a upset
They don't even know what's up next
She just wanna dance to my set
She got lots of friends who get wet
I feel so annoyed if I ain't makin' money
I feel so annoyed if I ain't makin' money
Get the f*ck up, we makin' a bag
Not talkin' no Balenci
We rob banks in cash
Hope they all get offended
I want that bitch for her ass
And you know I ain't textin' back
I'm used to be in the back of the bus
Now we in the videos, runnin' a muck
Where the priest? Come see the demon
She want croissants and ice cold Fiji
I'm what she want and she know she need me
You seen the boy from the basement
This ain't a play on Hamilton
Now I'm wicked on stages
And it's still not pleased to meet
Check that nigga glucose, that boy too sweet