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Boko
11
Rap
Boko was released on February 7, 2025 by New 11 Records as a part of the album Back Ta Business
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Release DateFebruary 7, 2025
LabelNew 11 Records
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM80

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
FNF Chop
FNF Chop
Performer
Deonte Gaines
Deonte Gaines
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Deonte Gaines
Deonte Gaines
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
TimMay
TimMay
Producer

Lyrics

(Satin on my couch, satin on my couch)
Huh, hey, and what's the problem?
**** mad 'cause I got paper
How me rappin' 'bout this money shit done turned you to a hater?
You a stand out, beggin' me to link you with the label
Old broke bitch ****, don't even bring shit to the table
At your thirty-somethin', get up out the streets, ****
We can't break bread, I ain't even tryna eat with ya
Same **** mad 'cause I ain't wanna drop a feat with ya
I tryna do it for the city, I ain't even wanna meet with ya
Hey, like be for real, if you gon' step, ****, step
Yeah, you better, bitch, 'cause I'm gon' shoot until there's nothin' left
Get off the net, while you flexin' for the 'Gram, you not a threat
M-M-Make the play with me and I'm gon' put you on your fuckin' neck
I-I can get it raw, no cut at all, then show you how it stretch
I got lean for the sippas and I got zaza for the jets
You need a whip, then come and get it, hit this bitch and hold your breath
You ain't do it right, bitch, you gotta feel it in your chest
Who tryna tweet? Fuck that, tryna tweet, you better watch your beat
Said all that snackin' made me put this fuckin' Glock right through your teeth
Don't watch your ho, why would I save the bitch? She out here eatin' meat
Mr. Poppin', you can't stand me, ****, you might wanna take a seat
Break a brick down and get that bitch in by the boat
You ain't fuckin', then you suckin', bitch, you don't do nothin', you gotta go
Ain't that type to fake it with you, you can leave bitch out of your ho
I'm tryna train you with my brothers and your friends ain't gotta know
Said I want all thoughts, you can leave that cute shit by the door
And let me see you bounce that ass, bitch, pick it up and drop it low
All I see is ass cheeks, baby, touch my toes
All I see is ass cheeks, baby, touch my toes
Beat that pussy up, bitch, I come knockin' down them walls
Peter Piper, Packa, I'll trick you out your drawers
Better not be out here sellin' pussy, you ain't come and break me off
She always wanna fuck, that type of shit gon' make me soft
She always want some money, swear this bitch gon' make my head hurt
I'll get you high, but you gotta suck my dick first
You gon' come inside that lil' ho mouth until her head burn
Can't tell a bitch, shit, gotta be careful 'cause they dig dirt
And I caught a other, a bitch better be humble
'Cause I don't kiss no ass, I'm the type to pop that bubble
I'll furn it if you want it, but you gotta bring me double
Don't go playin' with my money, that's gon' get your ass in trouble
Written by: Deonte Gaines
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