Woke Up In Boca by PAJAMA JOSH Lyrics
Hell nah I ain’t hers to please
Got my mind on my money and my mind at ease
Yeah I know it kinda hurts to see
How I took it from Urkel to Hercules
B*tch I’m betta
I’m back & I’m better than ever
Under palm trees but I’m never under the weather
Before you ever see me fail I’ll buy a boat & set sail
I guess that’s why they call it pier pressure
Plus I be lookin’ fresha
In my gold chain with my turtleneck
They say they hate my music like they haven’t heard it yet
Mmm, I’d call these haters childish
But they ain’t even fertile yet
Damn!
I don’t go hard I go vigorous
Look at this, 32 bars no gibberish
Yeah I be laughing all the way to the bank
And I ain’t even ticklish
Ha!
Hey lil mama
Work that body nice n’ slow
Everybody! Get a little loca!
Ain’t no drama
We ain’t in Miami no
We the party
Baby
I Woke Up In Boca
I Woke Up In Boca
Ah ah I woke up in...
Sweat, out my trunks we can make plans
Sun shinnin’ I ain’t hitting my rain dance
I just spent my rent money on my Ray Bans
And all I see is, fake tiddies & spray tans, I love it
Coppertone skin when I rub it in with them rays
Them UV’s them UV it’s
Ya last man doesn’t d-do it they way I does it
You that beauty on the beach, I put nothin’ above it
Baby I just wanna put a little cream in ya mocha
Hitcha with that sexy, with that super soaka
We could do it how we want it
Not how we supposed ta
Medium but I ain’t mediocre
Fill up! Have another shot of tequila
Rum with the ice ice baby, vanilla
You know this that animal
This that gorilla!
Now take it back to the villa!
Hey lil mama
Work that body nice n’ slow
Everybody! Get a little loca!
Ain’t no drama
We ain’t in Miami no
We the party
Baby
I Woke Up In Boca
I Woke Up In Boca
Ah ah I woke up in...
What would ya do
If the night, if the night fell through?
(What would ya do? Would ya do do do do?)
Tell me where will you go
When I run, when I run to you?
(Run, run ta you. Run ta you, you you you.)
Ahhhhhh
I’d run to Boca
Got my mind on my money and my mind at ease
Yeah I know it kinda hurts to see
How I took it from Urkel to Hercules
B*tch I’m betta
I’m back & I’m better than ever
Under palm trees but I’m never under the weather
Before you ever see me fail I’ll buy a boat & set sail
I guess that’s why they call it pier pressure
Plus I be lookin’ fresha
In my gold chain with my turtleneck
They say they hate my music like they haven’t heard it yet
Mmm, I’d call these haters childish
But they ain’t even fertile yet
Damn!
I don’t go hard I go vigorous
Look at this, 32 bars no gibberish
Yeah I be laughing all the way to the bank
And I ain’t even ticklish
Ha!
Hey lil mama
Work that body nice n’ slow
Everybody! Get a little loca!
Ain’t no drama
We ain’t in Miami no
We the party
Baby
I Woke Up In Boca
I Woke Up In Boca
Ah ah I woke up in...
Sweat, out my trunks we can make plans
Sun shinnin’ I ain’t hitting my rain dance
I just spent my rent money on my Ray Bans
And all I see is, fake tiddies & spray tans, I love it
Coppertone skin when I rub it in with them rays
Them UV’s them UV it’s
Ya last man doesn’t d-do it they way I does it
You that beauty on the beach, I put nothin’ above it
Baby I just wanna put a little cream in ya mocha
Hitcha with that sexy, with that super soaka
We could do it how we want it
Not how we supposed ta
Medium but I ain’t mediocre
Fill up! Have another shot of tequila
Rum with the ice ice baby, vanilla
You know this that animal
This that gorilla!
Now take it back to the villa!
Hey lil mama
Work that body nice n’ slow
Everybody! Get a little loca!
Ain’t no drama
We ain’t in Miami no
We the party
Baby
I Woke Up In Boca
I Woke Up In Boca
Ah ah I woke up in...
What would ya do
If the night, if the night fell through?
(What would ya do? Would ya do do do do?)
Tell me where will you go
When I run, when I run to you?
(Run, run ta you. Run ta you, you you you.)
Ahhhhhh
I’d run to Boca