[Intro]
Bausa
Baui
It's the BB building
Alele

[Part 1]
In the neighborhood
On the neighborhood with three hundred per thousand
Bausa mania
In the neighborhood with a bag full of rubbers, because Baui is looking for love
In the neighborhood with a bag full Munni, because Baui wants many (many many)
Like this, wild bastard, she wants to take her away
To a room with her, give her a champagne from
Baller 's round like a machine gun
Have known her for an hour, but Love her very much (very, very)

[Bridge]
She has a similarity to Coco Chanel (Coco)
Celebrate every night on coke in the hotel
Her plates are as big as the world
She leans over to me and says:
I have defeated all my fears, yeah yeah
So that no one keeps me down when I fly, ne ne
This fire water burns like gasoline
After us the deluge
[Hook]
It's up to God to make drops from clouds
But if you want, I'll let it rain
Roll 'the rubbers from the bundle, throw the fuffies to heaven
As if we had not much left to live
It's up to God, to make cloud droplets
But if you want, then I let it rain
Rolling 'the gums from the bundle, throw' the Fuffies the sky
As if we did not have long to live

[Part 2]
I'll get my Hak
I'll get me my snap
Get me a 'Range Rover and pick her up
I'm a son of this city
Am a baron of the night , how long will you stay awake with me
Soon we'll have eight again
Soon we'll have twelve again Soon it'll
Be night again
This bastard looks perfect
Get her
The check of Cartier
Shake the bubbly, put on a train if you want
I'll pick you up from the campus baby and then let's chill 'n

[Bridge]
She has a similarity to Coco Chanel (Coco)
Celebrating coke every night in the hotel
Her plates are as big as the world
She leans over to me and says:
I've defeated all my fears, yeah yeah
So no one bothers me down holds when I fly, ne ne
This fire water burns like gasoline
After us the deluge
[Hook]
It's up to God to make drops from clouds
But if you want, I'll let it rain
Roll 'the rubbers from the bundle, throw the fuffies to heaven
As if we had not much left to live
It's up to God, Making drops from clouds
But if you want, I'll let it rain
Roll the rubbers from the bundle, throw the fuffies to heaven
As if we had not much left to live
It's up to God to make drops from clouds
But if you do I want it to rain
Roll the rubbers from the bundle, throw the fuffies to the sky
As if we had not much left to live
It is up to God to make drops from clouds
But if you want, I'll let it rain
Roll the rubbers from the bundle, throw the fuffies to the sky
As if we did not have much longer to live