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letra de what colour's your bugatti? - rucka rucka ali

[verse 1]
top of the morning friend my name is adrew
i have cars of plated gold (mm)
me and my brother drinkin’ sparkling water
and achieve all our goals (mm)
the governments target my empire to crush me
i expose the media feds, yeah (mm)
they sent ten swat trucks and a f-cking helicopter
while i puff cigars in bed they trow me in a

[pre-chorus]
two foot room no lights holed up
nothing but still water bottles i can drink
and a book that i can’t read
reading is cringe, think your own things
la croix, get me a soda
i am too based for tap water in the sink
come on, want a hi-c
grab me a bottle of tea, mm

[chorus]
i’ve been charged with the rape of two
and with p-rn exploitation too
they took all of my porsche coupes
and thirdy-four maseratis
and five hundred million rupes
and they sent me to my doom
my defense in romanian court is dude
what colour’s your bugatti?
[post-chorus]
oh, i, oh, i, oh, i, oh, i
what colour’s your bugatti?
oh, i, oh, i, oh, i, oh, i
what colour’s your bugatti?
oh, i, oh, i, oh, i, oh, i
what colour’s your bugatti?
every day i’m spending in jail isn’t cool
i’ve been f-cked by the matrix

[verse 2]
good evening friend it’s a pleasure how are you
they call me cobra tate (mm)
i make at least fifty million dollars a week
and all the charges on me are fake (mm)
you see the feminist powers wanna weaken the manosphere
and make us all pathetic and g-y (mm)
and so the media attacks me and no one ever asks me
if i’m having a good day, it be like

[pre-chorus]
girls all want my likes and hugs
jordan peterson’s daughter’s in love with me
so is ben’s sister abby
those milkers are a 8.3
you soys talk online too much
get out and join hustlers university
there i’ll teach you to compete
look outside it’s the police, mm
[chorus]
your honnor i’m a real good dude
and a black belt in jiu jitsu
your tampon for a change is due
get these crime charges off me
i’ll write this as a haiku
tell these ladies to chill i’m blue da ba dee
and my luxury car is too
what colour’s your bugatti?

[post-chorus]
oh, i, oh, i, oh, i, oh, i
what colour’s your bugatti?
oh, i, oh, i, oh, i, oh, i
what colour’s your bugatti?
oh, i, oh, i, oh, i, oh, i
what colour’s your bugatti?
every wagey is mad that i get mad poon
number one in tae kwon du

[bridge]
what’s wrong this is crazy, i’m on
trial just for raping someone
and also enslaving some broad
but that doesn’t phase me, i’m drunk
look at all the wageys comment on
my page, they’re all raging for some
reason it’s ok i’m someone
that owns divos and a datsun
[chorus]
i have lunch i get bacon soup
and i’ve tried every cajun food
i’ve sampled beef and mang ragu
i ate pork chops in bali
i enjoy eating terimisu
with a pinch of vegan fondue
if you have a problem with anyting i do
what colour’s your bugatti?

[outro]
get off of my case you scumbags
you’re all f-cking wageys fall back
your dad should’ve came in cumrags
your mom sould’ve gave me some vaj’
i’m on rumble making comeback
i’m out here just droping some fax
would you please send a peso or some juice
i’m in hugs with raping goons

- rucka rucka ali

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