

Boombayaye
SANTA SALLET
Produced by:
Boombayaye
SANTA SALLET
About
This song was inspired by the 1974 Muhammed Ali vs George Foreman heavyweight championship boxing match, The Rumble in the Jungle.
Boom. Bye. Yay!
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
I feel like king Kong in my getaway/
Money setup to be set away/
Spend it all cause I'm here today/
OR save it all cause I'm here to stay/
Take it all like some takeaway/
I make bread like an easy bake/
I get head like cum Laude/
She gets sauced like remoulade/
I get sauced beaucoup moet/
That rum punch my mama made/
I get tossed, from the free throw
when I'm balling and I fade away/
Make all these fakes Niggas fade away/
Make all these fake bitches fade away/
I kill tracks like I kill Niggas,
Like I kill tracks like boombayaye/
[Chorus]
Boombayaye, boombayaye,
They on they George foreman,
I'm like boombayaye,
Kill Motherfucking like boombayaye
Kill bitches like boombayaye
I kill tracks, like I kill Niggas,
Like I kill stacks, like boombayaye
[Verse 2]
Big blunt, purple haze
Got that, smoke for days
So much green, I built a maze
I got high, I was there for days
Yo I'm still high, I'm so amazed
That I'm still living, let's celebrate
By idling in my devil ways
Man, what the hell would my mama say
Only got one life and ima live it
Here by chance and I'm willing to risk it
For a bad Bitch and a biscuit
You a trick Bitch do some Bitch tricks
You a mistress giving me stress miss
You the last check on my checklist
You a misfit, you don't fit miss
On my shit list, where I list shit
I make that fast break, for that breakfast
Niggas gotta eat if they want that success
Money never sleep and I'm so restless
In a no flex zone but I'm still flexing
Eat all these Niggas like Pussy and chicken
Money on my mind like my head got a ticket
The good die young, no sleep for the wicked
I take your money when nobody's looking
I'm never hungry Nigga I stay cooking
You can bet on me Nigga I stay booking
Don't worry bout money man its already tooken
I told y'all that I took it when y'all weren't looking
Now I'm gone on that holiday
I ball hard like Hardaway
I kill tracks like I kill Niggas
Like I kill stacks like boombayaye!
[Chorus]
Boombayaye, boombayaye,
They on they George foreman,
I'm like boombayaye,
Kill Motherfucking like boombayaye
Kill bitches like boombayaye
I kill tracks, like I kill Niggas,
Like I kill stacks, like boombayaye
[Verse 3]
Blue suit, red tie
You know Im that fly guy
So high on that red eye
You can see me when I fly by
Cause I'm floating
Nah these niggas all know I'm already ghosting
Can't talk to me cause I'm already spoken for
When you see me explore
And I come through the door
They say they dont want none but they gone get some more
Take my ass on tour
I know you adore
When I kill tracks Like I kill niggas
Like I kill stacks Do you want more?
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Boombayaye
SANTA SALLET
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