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bbyafricka - bmd lyrics

[intro]
doitlevi

[verse]
say life a dream but it’s a scary movie
[?] i wouldn’t hold him to it
you gave a b+tch the gun, ’cause you know she do it
[?] business, bet she get into it
thought she broke the contract, but i add her to it
i could never stop, b+tch, ’cause i’m scared to lose it
b+tch, i’m g+nius, think i’m finna lose it
you been givin’ me your word, and i’ma hold you to it
see me gettin’ out the mud, you see me get through it
gotta [?] out strong, how to get me through it
b+tches movin’ kinda slow, i picked it up and move it
if you say you not a p+ssy, prove it
now i let all these n+ggas go before i get to shootin’
this sh+t is finna [?] i guess i was choosin’
you got a dry p+ssy, p+ssy got eczema
they tried to fit you in, [?] fit the schedule
n+gga [?] back, where the rest of them?
b+tch you get a 4+4 and the rest of them
i feel like i woke up from the dead, i woke up at the west end
this n+gga ask me what i claim, he shoulda guessed the west end
no, i can’t pull up with no hoe ’cause i ain’t go no friends
he [?] beat it up, finna go in
don’t go in the p+ssy if you can’t go b+lls deep
he got mad, said that i’m a hoe, well how you fall for me?
n+gga dropped all his hoes, n+gga dropped the ball for me
cannot be invisible, gotta be [?]
if you f+ck with me [?] try to make the rules
sike b+tch, it’s my life, yes, i only make the rules
did this sh+t alone, b+tch, i used my own tools
you got fake diamonds, i got you turnin’ jewels
was a straight shot, like she playin’ pool
i’m the wave and you a splash, kids in the pool
i made a n+gga jaw drop, made a n+gga drool
you n+ggas look [?] and i ain’t talkin’ [?]
i cook my own sh+t, heat it up, put you in the recipe
i’m way too high, yeah, you can’t get next to me
i just seen you post a brand new b+tch, why you stressin’ me?
she a spandex hoe, she is not me
n+gga only made bands off ppp
baby, that is not enough for me
n+gga can’t get enough, can’t get enough of me
if i was catfish, baby, i’m the real thing
[?] talk and tell ’em how you ate it from the cootie to the booty
i been runnin’ dough [?] i’ma always keep it [?]
you ain’t even see me comin’ ’cause i got a sharpshooter
you don’t wanna f+ck with me, baby, i’ll really do ya
now he wasn’t goin’ hard, and now i tell him never mind
never f+ckin’ with a n+gga for some bread, a n+gga lie
b+tch a big spoiled brat, yeah b+tch, i’ma need a lot
yeah, i’ma suck it sloppy ’til my nose got snot
brought this sh+t to paris, baby, that’s hot
you say i’m goin’ crazy, i ain’t even had a drop
b+tch, try somethin’ new, suck it with the pop rocks
started off as a hater, you a fan now
i just let the b+tch know that only god can break me down

- bbyafricka lyrics

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