BOOGA Lyrics – Central Cee | English 2025

[intro]
If You Don’t Get Money, You will Suffer

[verse]
We don’t take bad up, dem boy der good
Don’t get it confused co they got their hood up
The beef ting’s boring, I just want Mula
My French ting said “do a song with booba”
Fifty pointer they look like booga
Dem man dere jewels ain’t real they’re poopass
Remember I told shawty we’re gon link that day and got stood up
You say that you’re on me, I beg man pull up
I hate when they talk bout the T
Only grams of the white that you’ve seen is sugar
Bad one smiling at me in the club but I want the one with the face all push up
I like girls that aren’t interested I’ve never spent one pound on a hooker
Eating good but I still ain’t full up
I’m tryna get my belly big like Buddha
A1 he’s a full time jugga
Put it on pause cos he just went jummah
Go OT & it look like we’re camping rambo knife & a portable cooker
Wudda took mans girl but she ain’t my standard So my lil broski took her
They coulda, shoulda, woulda

It sounds good but they won’t tho will they
1 Dread in the T like booka
How you a Ras but ur smoking kooba
I went school with Mohammed, Abdullah
I know about xabsi, laag, you na’as
Beris and hilib, I shout out hooyo
Lord forgive us as I’m a syna
Repent and pray you accept our sunnah

Warya warya, xabad in a guri
I love man but I don’t trust man fully
I see through them and I don’t feel threatened
They got on a Bally and put up their hoodie
It don’t feel real when I say free Muky
I’ll be 60 when my broski lands
We don’t take bad up, we don’t get bullied
Demman der pussy, they roll like-

[verse2]
Big big g wagon your girlfriend pass
Passy, playing some frank Sinatra
Look at the stars I’m playing some jazz
Bro came back bald cos he came from hajj
Bro came back bolo, he came from can
It’s mad cos I just came back from Cannes
If we see one of dem, khalas
They can’t come back to my hood got banned
W’s up like wu tang clan
It’s a west side story, Tupac thug life
Prove that then, if ur bad let one fly
Once I ran but I learnt now
One by one I’ma get man done right
Boom bye bye, no knife it’s gun fight
In the bando I slept with one eye
Now I’m on Bondi beach, it’s sun rise

A man like me I’m hard to come by
I made ms off rap, I’m stable
I done it no label, when I was unsigned
On sight man it can still go left
Get cheffed like breakfast dinner or lunchtime
Where the demand is, I’m gunna supply
I watched slumdog millionaire
And relate to the kid from Mumbai