Bout That Lyrics by Kent Jones, Rick Ross is the latest English song. The song lyrics were written by Kent Jones, Rick Ross while the music is given by Kent Jones.
“Bout That” Track Info:
| Song | Bout That |
| Singer | Kent Jones, Rick Ross |
| Music | Kent Jones |
| Lyrics | Kent Jones, Rick Ross |
Bout That Lyrics
Aye, I Just Wanna Thank God
Aye, For All The Blessings
Aye
Aye, Aye
On My Momma, On My Hood (My Hood)
I Get High, I Look Good (Look Good)
Throw Your Bag
And I Keep That Bi*ch Full (bi*ch Full)
All About Mine And I Got It Out The Mud
‘Cuz I’m ’bout That (‘Bout That)
I’m ’bout That
Bi*ch, I’m ’bout That
Bi*ch, I’m ’bout That
‘Cuz I’m ’bout That (‘Bout That)
Came Straight From The Bottom
Ni*ga, We Got That (Got That)
We Was Hungry
Now I Watch All My Ni*gas Count Racks
For This Life We Live, On My Momma
Yeah, I’m ’bout That (‘Bout That)
I’m ’bout That
I’m ’bout That
‘Bout That, ’bout That
Bi*ch, I’m ’bout That
Yeah! Maybach Music!
Livin’ Like A Movie, Eddie Murphy Checks (Uh)
Holyfield Crib, Eddie Murphy Necks (Uh)
Heavy Diamonds On Me And The Turtle Necks (Turtle Necks)
[?] Murders That’s Dodgin’ And Robbin’, Givin’, It’s Time That We Start To Live It (Uh)
Couple Bottles And Got Us A Pot To Piss In (Yeah)
Couple Models And [?] The Clubs To Get In (Ooh)
Call This [?] Party Until The [?] Turn
Thе Block To Holy Ground
The Choppas’ll Hold Me Down (Hold Me Down)
Big Boots, All Whitе Like Bobby Brown (Grr)
Big Smoke, They Smell It From Out In Bronx
West Coast, They Mail It All By The Pounds (The Biggest)
Kent Jones, My Ni*ga, Gon’ Get This Crown
(Gon’ Get This Crown)
Big [?], I Pray This [?] Now (Lord)
Double R, The Bi*ches They Get Around (Ooh)
Twenty Cars/guard, Them Brothers We Can’t [?], Sit Down
On My Momma, On My Hood (My Hood, It’s The Biggest)
I Get High, I Look Good (Look Good, M-Maybach Music)
Throw Your Bag And I Keep That Bi*ch Full (bi*ch Full)
All About Mine And I Got It Out The Mud
‘Cuz I’m ’bout That (‘Bout That)
I’m ’bout That
Bi*ch, I’m ’bout That
Bi*ch, I’m ’bout That
‘Cuz I’m ’bout That (‘Bout That)
Came Straight From The Bottom
Ni*ga, We Got That (Got That)
We Was Hungry
Now I Watch All My Ni*gas Count Racks (Count Racks)
For This Life We Live, On My Momma
Yeah, I’m ’bout That (‘Bout That)
I’m ’bout That
I’m ’bout That
‘Bout That, ’bout That
Bi*ch, I’m ’bout That
I Remember All Them Days
We Couldn’t Eat Proper (Eat Proper)
Ramen Noodles On The Stove
Now We Eatin’ Pasta (Eatin’ Pasta)
Never Hate On Nobody, But Don’t Wait On Nobody
Firecrackers, I Don’t Give A Fu*k
We In The Streets Poppin’ (Streets Poppin’)
We ’bout That
Everybody Gon’ Take An M, I Don’t Count That (Yeah)
Write A Blank Reality Check
And Watch It Bounce Back (Yeah)
We Was [?] Without Rat
Don’t Know Where Me And My Ni*gas Would Be Without That
[?] With My Main, Ain’t Gotta Work No More
Couple M’s With No Degree, Got My Diploma
It Broke My Heart When I Was On My Di*k, On Couches At Home
I Wish A Ni*ga Would Have The Nerve To Tell Me, “Be Humble”
I’m ’bout My Son And His Kids, Kids [?] His Uncle
[?] On My [?] And Everything I Love Was Part Of The Stressin’
Had To Do It Again Just In Case They Thought I Was Lucky
From The Bottom Of The [?], And Now We Goin’ Global
On My Momma, On My Hood (My Hood)
I Get High, I Look Good (Look Good)
Throw Your Bag And I Keep That Bi*ch Full (bi*ch Full)
All About Mine And I Got It Out The Mud
‘Cuz I’m ’bout That (‘Bout That)
I’m ’bout That
Bi*ch, I’m ’bout That
Bi*ch, I’m ’bout That
‘Cuz I’m ’bout That (‘Bout That)
Came Straight From The Bottom
Ni*ga, We Got That (Got That)
We Was Hungry
Now I Watch All My Ni*gas Count Racks (Count Racks)
For This Life We Live, On My Momma
Yeah, I’m ’bout That (‘Bout That)
I’m ’bout That
I’m ’bout That
‘Bout That, ’bout That
Bi*ch, I’m ’bout That