letra de b.b. simon! - issbrokie
[intro]
(yuh, yuh)
[chorus]
designer on my thighs, on my b-tt
my hoodie got some white diamonds all over the bust (diamonds all over the bu—)
(b-tch) ice on my phone, do not touch
gucci wrapped to the feet, b-tch, i feel like king tut (i feel like king tu—)
why does yo’ main b-tch wanna f-ck?
she ain’t even know my eye color, why she full of l-st? (yo, why this b-tch tweakin’?)
b.b. simon underneath my gut
prolly why, not surprised that she fiendin’ for the bucks
b-tch, i do not trust
[verse 1]
bad lil’ b-tch, i’m walkin’ ’round in gucci flip-flops (money)
i get money if you comment on my tiktoks
so, if you hatin’, thanks for buyin’ me a ziplock (thank you)
this exotic, doin’ numbers to my hitbox
brand new patek, it got numbers on this wrist watch (sh-t expensive)
i gеt clout, i get numbers ’cause my sh-t knocks (it’s on god)
and if i wеre you, i’d stop with all that sh-t talk (just stop)
b-tch, i’m jaiden animations with the way i let my stick talk
[bridge]
ayy, most my haters don’t know what they mad about (they mad about)
the inside of yo’ wallet, the only thing you should be sad about (why you broke and fine?)
i’m finna cry, no, really, that’s a sad amount (that sh-t is sad)
one time i met a hater, said, “come here,” and then i sat him down (come here, lil’ bro)
yeah, lil’ home, i just wanted to let you know
your mom’s a b-tch, your dad’s a b-tch, and even your dog is a ho (oh)
so, get up off my d-ck and find another place to spank at shows
you get no money (facts), no b-tches (facts), and zero (facts) designer (facts) clothes (fa—)
[verse 2]
walk up in the function, no shoes on
b-tch, these slides vuitton (louis)
b-tch, you broke, prolly use coupons (brokie)
smokin’ out the bowl i eat soup from (yeah)
my b-tch like mulan
he a man, i slurp the d-ck like udaan (godd-mn)
boy, you dumb as f-ck, you need k-mon (yeah)
your mom, and your dad, and your aunt, all people that i coomed on
b-tch, you bath towel what i splooged on
eatin’ sushi off yo’ main b-tch back, she the plate i eat food on (alright)
[chorus]
designer on my thighs, on my b-tt
my hoodie got some white diamonds all over the bust (diamonds all over the bu—)
(b-tch) ice on my phone, do not touch
gucci wrapped to the feet, b-tch, i feel like king tut (i feel like king tu—)
why does yo’ main b-tch wanna f-ck?
she ain’t even know my eye color, why she full of l-st? (yo, why this b-tch tweakin’?)
b.b. simon underneath my gut
prolly why, not surprised that she fiendin’ for the bucks
b-tch, i do not trust (issbrokie)
[outro]
shout-out wendigo, b-tch
ayy
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