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Ambezza - Boring Lyrics

[Intro: Octavian]
(What's everyone sayin'?)
Go, Payday, go
Ayy, 'cause we some smokin'-ass niggas, sippin'-ass niggas
Pourin'-ass niggas, trippin'-ass niggas
You ain't smokin', sippin' or pourin', my nigga
You're a borin'-ass nigga, get the fuck up out of here

[Chorus: Octavian]
'Cause we some smokin'-ass niggas, sippin'-ass niggas
Pourin'-ass niggas, trippin'-ass niggas
You ain't smokin', sippin' or pourin', my nigga
You're a borin'-ass nigga, get the fuck up out of here

[Verse 1: Octavian]
Ayy, we the best around, but save that convo' for another day
I wanna raise my strap to competition, watch them run away
Skepta call me Donnie, said, "Look, Octo, there's another way"
"Just hit 'em with the bars so hard, they could not take no holidays"
I take no holidays, unless I'm flyin' to the Westside
Straight to LAX whеre niggas show off, live their bеst life
But I ain't tryna impress no Uptown girl just like I'm Westlife
I get no rest time, I save the sleepin' for the next life
A life of Charlies, I bring the drugs right to the party
But tell nobody, I bring your bitch for calamari
She love my money
But it's not that right now, it's Octo and it's Smoke
And we'll make you take a toke
[Verse 2: Skepta]
I can't go to sleep, my baby keepin' me awake
Let me skeet on her back, that's the icin' on the cake
Still keep a small circle, boy, I'm still stuck up in my ways
All I need is six niggas to carry me to the grave
I need six figures, man, this life ain't nothin' cheap
Postin' racks up on your 'Gram, but, boy, I spent that in a week
Never sleep, it's a party on the top floor in the suite
Caught her takin' pictures, told that girl she needs to leave

[Chorus: Octavian]
'Cause we some smokin'-ass niggas, sippin'-ass niggas
Pourin'-ass niggas, trippin'-ass niggas
You ain't smokin', sippin' or pourin', my nigga
You're a boring-ass nigga, get the fuck up out of here
'Cause we some smokin'-ass niggas, sippin'-ass niggas
Pourin'-ass niggas, trippin'-ass niggas
You ain't smokin', sippin' or pourin', my nigga
You're a boring-ass nigga, get the fuck up out of here

[Verse 3: Octavian]
They're like, "Ooh, that's so fire" (Mhm)
They can't acquire (Yeah)
You aspire (Splash)
She excited
She like, "Who the hell is he?" (Yeah)
Yeah, it's me (Ooh)
Girl, just breathe (Uh-huh)
Way too greaze (Greaze)
[Verse 4: Skepta]
I don't need light and I know you see me shinin'
On the Champs-Élysées, I know you see me slidin'
Oh, you don't fuck with me? Must be too sexy for your likin'
Real goon-nigga, turn my pain into some diamonds
I walk into the club, if it ain't lit, then we're leavin'
My niggas fresh home, he needs a wifey for the evenin'
Jump in the whip, press the gas and then we're breezin'
Push to start, I don't need to put the keys in

[Chorus: Octavian]
'Cause we some smokin'-ass niggas, sippin'-ass niggas
Pourin'-ass niggas, trippin'-ass niggas
You ain't smokin', sippin' or pourin', my nigga
You're a boring-ass nigga, get the fuck up out of here
'Cause we some smokin'-ass niggas, sippin'-ass niggas
Pourin'-ass niggas, trippin'-ass niggas
You ain't smokin', sippin' or pourin', my nigga
You're a boring-ass nigga, get the fuck up out of here