letra de bbl drizzy - jb2statt
(intro)
bbl drizzy
bbl drizzy, ooh, ooh
bbl drizzy, oh
bbl drizzy, ooh, ooh-ooh
bbl drizzy
bbl drizzy, ooh, ooh-ooh
bbl drizzy, oh
bbl drizzy
i’m thicker than a snicker
i’m thicker than your ninja
don’t act like you don’t know me
these yams deserve a trophy
baby, it ain’t no mystery
got the best bbl in history
this cake will make you show up
i know you seen this glow up
as bbl drizzy
bbl drizzy
(v1: jb)
bbl drizzy, this boy really cooked
you went to that shop, know ya homies was shook
i pop out in a black 9/11, come look
drake tryna respond, i wish that he would
put the green in the blunt, now i’m up in the stu’
got ryan he with me, just me and my dude
i try to stay calm, like relax, lil dude
my momma in jail, and my father got boomed
know your father ain’t proud of the sh-t that you do
you and lil nas x had a baby, oh shoot
the cops on my d-ck, i’m still takin’ the loot
my b-tch in the back, tryna suck on the lube
and look at bro lеgs, n-ggas long as a tube
you ain’t get a bbl, but you gained wеight too
i’ll never try doing the sh-t that you do
that boy look like something straight out a cartoon
(refrain)
don’t act like you don’t know me
these yams deserve a trophy
baby, it ain’t no mystery
got the best bbl in history
this cake will make you show up
i know you seen this glow up
as bbl drizzy
bbl drizzy
(v2: ryan)
bbl drizzy, the booty i want
not talkin’ bout drizzy, my girl raise the bone
my n-ggas on fire, they do what they want
and i put that on god, i got lean in my bones
the wocky i sip, and the marley’s i roll
i know niko be sittin’ there, punchin’ his phone
if x was alive, you’d get beat the f-ck up
he’d punch you so hard, bbl out your chromes
i’m living the life, and this sh-t really lit
the last n-gga tried me, and i got him hit
the flavor’s in fighting, the taste comes from d-ck
according to brittney, she swallowed my kids
i’m popping the xanies, and i feel like sh-t
don’t diss on my name, if you do, take a trip
give all of my n-ggas a break off the strip
i might have to tell that boy drake, he a b-tch
(o: jb & ryan)
don’t act like you don’t see me
i’m creeping down by my doley
outside, don’t need no homie
keeping up, tryna cop me a roley
his mansion gon’ get blown up
my pistol finna throw up
that’s bbl drizzy
bbl drizzy
d-mn
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