Al-Doe - Bolivia lyrics

rate me

I can make cocaine

Serve till it ain’t no fucking dimes left

I know only where to close me

I be really in the kitchen with that pipe fix

Tell Virgil you get with me

I can make his clothes look believable

Had the box full of mad trucks

So much right I couldn’t fit in my vehicles

But I just left Peru, though

Coke shots, bitches stuff it in their culo

Cutting up a half of brick

They call me Pope, I’m out here blasting on my Catholics

I can make cocaine

Cool it up, lighting up my cubans

I just left Bolivia

Heart ‘em talking but I know they getting none

I can make cocaine

Cool it up, lighting up my cubans

I just left Boliva

Heard ‘em talking but I know they getting none

Two verses ‘cause I’m too real

Moving from Mexico to Cali

Stopping by my favorite restaurant

They flashing pics while I’m pulling up the valet

Pointing fingers, that’s the bad guy

Seragamo suit, I’m in my black tie

Nigga, tell me what your life look

We ain’t has-been’s sucker get it right, now

Charter planes, I’m a sky dweller

Go crown on the face of my sky dweller

Havana where the king go

Filling with my Cuban links, no chain though

I can make cocaine

Cool it up, lighting up my cubans

I just left Bolivia

Heart ‘em talking but I know they getting none

I can make cocaine

Cool it up, lighting up my cubans

I just left Boliva

Heard ‘em talking but I know they getting none