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Lil Durk - Bora Bora lyrics

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Bora Bora by Lil Durk


[Intro]
DJ on the beat so it’s a banger
[Chorus]
All this clout sh*t, you chasin’ that, Balenciaga, space cadet
I don’t even f**k with niggas, I’d just rather chase a check
Man, this sh*t so crazy, seen my idol with a fake Patek
I just sent my b**ch to Bora Bora, cost me 80 racks
I’m the one, b**ch asked me for a flight when she ain’t ate it yet
I’ma hit that road and try to jam until I make it back
Can’t no real nigga lie on they word and try to take it back
I might mix my Percocet with red, I can’t find the Act
[Verse 1]
Off a lotta pills, kissin’ b**ches, ew
Designer junkie, yeah, only top Chanel
Don’t get caught with the scale, bro ‘nem died in the field
We had to split our meals, went half for hotels
Gotta watch your mans, that’s the beauty of the streets
Look at me and my b**ch, that sh*t Beauty and the Beast
Never call my phone about the opps ’cause ain’t no peace
Man this sh*t for real, found out my homie, he police
[Chorus]
All this clout sh*t, you chasin’ that, Balenciaga, space cadet
I don’t even f**k with niggas, I’d just rather chase a check
Man, this sh*t so crazy, seen my idol with a fake Patek
I just sent my b**ch to Bora Bora, cost me 80 racks
I’m the one, b**ch asked me for a flight when she ain’t ate it yet
I’ma hit that road and try to jam until I make it back
Can’t no real nigga lie on they word and try to take it back
I might mix my Percocet with red, I can’t find the Act
[Verse 2]
Funeral, suit and tie, I’ll shoot for the guys
Takin’ shrooms on me now, car go vroom on them now
I got groupies on me now, I got Gucci on me now
I put blood in Masha Allah, I got kufis with me now
Feel like I’m dyin’, I’m too high, Pluto died in the Chi
Got me ridin’ around, hunnid rounds on him now
Hunnid rounds on him now
Pluto died in the Chi, Pluto…
[Chorus]
All this clout sh*t, you chasin’ that, Balenciaga, space cadet
I don’t even f**k with niggas, I’d just rather chase a check
Man, this sh*t so crazy, seen my idol with a fake Patek
I just sent my b**ch to Bora Bora, cost me 80 racks
I’m the one, b**ch asked me for a flight when she ain’t ate it yet
I’ma hit that road and try to jam until I make it back
Can’t no real nigga lie on they word and try to take it back
I might mix my Percocet with red, I can’t find the Act



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