Tekst piosenki 'Costa Rica' wykonawcy Skid Row

I got big dreams so my watch got a big face
Girl get missing like a muhfucking mixtape
Smelling like money and I'm lookin' like sexy
I'm messing for real with the slimes and the slatts
Step in my way, then a nigga get taxed
Gotta smoke pants and I fill 'em up with racks
Did it all ain't no cap and this all facts
No, I don't relax and I don't lack

Demons they follow me, deep in the dark
Niggas got problems with being a boss
We in the car when we hear all that talking
Hit 'em with hollows and clean 'em with salt
Salt in my wound and my heart in the cooler
Frozen like I gave my heart to my jeweler
Told him to make a new peace sign and I just gave him

Baby, had to bust down on a AP, yeah
Baby, and I wear styles on me lately, yeah
I got fans in Costa Rica, I got bands in Costa Rica
I got fans in Costa Rica, I got bands in Costa Rica

I got the Mic Jack knowledge, just the four wit’ bennylaigo
Norman Bates wit' the eights I'ma go psycho
Laundromat, with the temper, it's a vicious cycle
Feeling like Rihanna, bitches go wherever I go
Go against the grain like I'm battling the silo
Going out west like a mothafuckin' 5-0
I'm going in the finals
Mothafucking 5-0, nigga better up the fi-fo on

Nigga got me tight like Arthur's fist and shit
Like I'm not an arsonist this shit
Not a nigga that you wanna argue wit'
Cause they be fucking with yo future like Larsa Pippen
Barb like a barber with this shit
You get out of jail, you get into jail
Things in the mirror ain't closer than they appear
My niggas are near, my niggas are
You fuckin' wit Mez, you fuckin' wit

Baby, had to bust down on a AP, yeah
Baby, and I wear styles on me lately, yeah
I got fans in Costa Rica, I got bands in Costa Rica
I got fans in Costa Rica, I got bands in Costa Rica

Top of the morning, if anybody who thought they was better than bennybody
Jiddy I'm like a Jedi
Jumpin' Jehoshaphat
Them hoes are not fat
But them hoes got a fat ass, but they call his momma back
I don't know if that's a fat booty, don't matter
Anyone seen the bad ones, bad gas, bad cat last night
Flew across Costa Rica wit' a AP
In the airport, this girl asked me
Hey, are you Swae Lee?

Knock his ass down just like some dominos
Baby, I'm a murderer, blow the water in the coupe
Like a tooth
Diamonds in my mouth, don't let me talk
Ly with me see ya'
And I got a brand new jacket bitch
Play with these nigga like woah

Baby had to bust down on a AP, yeah
Baby, and I wear styles on me lately, yeah
I got fans in Costa Rica, I got bands in Costa Rica
I got houses in Costa Rica, I got bands in Costa Rica

Say
I got too much skills
I flow like the water, so surprised I did not grow gills
And I am your father, like you was Luke Skywalker
And I conquer and let it burn like Usher's perm
And kill confirmed
You look concerned, respect is earned, uh
You really be in to me, gotta be kiddin' me, uh
You really be sickening, I got the remedy, uh
I'm feelin' like Goku, bitch, I dig your energy, uh
Um, okay, goin' on a date with a AK, ayy
Okay, goin' on a date with a AK, ayy