Paroles de la chanson BBL par Dee Watkins

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Paroles de la chanson BBL par Dee Watkins

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Rich nigga, I just bought your bitch a BBL
Said she fuck with me, 'cause she know I'on kiss and tell
He say he ain't got no cash, send it to my Zelle
I'ma hold it down for all my niggas in that cell
Police pulled me over, he like ''Buddy, what's that smell?''
I know if he search this fuckin' car, I'm goin' to jail
Pistol in the back and my eyes red as hell
If I'on make it home, tell my niggas wish me well

Bad bitch, 30 inch waved done her ass crack
Everytime I make a play, I send it to her Cash App
Man, I can't be beefin' with them niggas, they can't have that
Let a nigga play, we turn his ass into a hashtag
She said ''Bae, I need my nails done, can you send it?"
She know I ain't trippin' 'bout no paper, I got plenty
Real player, I be runnin' soccer 'round these bitches
It ain't shit to drop a bag on it if you get it

Rich nigga, I just bought your bitch a BBL

Said she fuck with me, 'cause she know I'on kiss and tell
He say he ain't got no cash, send it to my Zelle
I'ma hold it down for all my niggas in that cell
Police pulled me over, he like ''Buddy, what's that smell?''
I know if he search this fuckin' car, I'm goin' to jail
Pistol in the back and my eyes red as hell
If I'on make it home, tell my momma wish me well, nigga

All the bad bitches want a nigga with a bag
So that's a motivation you jits to go and get some cash
She a freaky bitch, she say ''Nigga, eat my ass''
She know she ain't my bitch so I couldn't do nothin' but laugh

Money on his head, put that bag on his top
Million dollar nigga, still posted on the block
All my fans yellin', they can't wait for me to drop
Opps steady wishin' that I flop, but I'm not, nigga

Rich nigga, I just bought your bitch a BBL
Said she fuck with me, 'cause she know I'on kiss and tell
He say he ain't got no cash, send it to my Zelle
I'ma hold it down for all my niggas in that cell
Police pulled me over, he like ''Buddy, what's that smell?''
I know if he search this fuckin' car, I'm goin' to jail
Pistol in the back and my eyes red as hell

If I'on make it home, tell my momma wish me well, nigga

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