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brianna perry - pms lyrics

[intro]
gotta be nice for what to these b-tches?
yeah, haha
bp, yee
30, you a fool for this one

[verse]
bulletproof the windshield, the doors, and the locks
bloodstains on the carpet probably from poppin’ at opps
played the corner like deion, primetime in the box
from dade county, might breeze through the locks, i’m from the block
name a rap b-tch with this kind of flow, oh, i’m the last dragon
bruce leroy with the glow, pardon my braggin’
i’m backin’ out in the aston with the mea on my -ss
and i’m laughin’ at all these b-tches who told me i couldn’t p-ss ’em
room, b-tch, get his as the moon, b-tch
marry a bad boy and get rid of that loon, b-tch
elephant in the room, b-tch, it ain’t no more room, b-tch
and if i ain’t top five, my day comin’ soon, b-tch
kick open the bank door when i make a deposit
i got it bustin’ out the trash bag but this ain’t no garbage
don’t carry wallets, i’m c-cky
but yet i’m modest
the coolest, but i’m the hottest
you foolish, thinkin’ i’m losin’
i’m smoother than shoe polish
demolishin’ opposition, ho, pay attention and listen
i’ma see the ricky rozay and beyonce
the mission to get the bag and get missin’
got bigger bags in my vision
i started without a dime and i grind my way to your vision, i saw it
smoke it out like i’m marley
party hard when i party
like mardi gras, i’m the hardest
my plate hearty, they starvin’
i made it out of that bullsh-t i was in
hate i bullsh-tted them but that bullsh-t in the wind
and these n-ggas lyin’ on they d-ck for attention, or a mention
how ’bout you leave all that sh-t that them b-tches do to the b-tches
b-tch n-gga, pop up with that stick, n-gga
unlock like a pick, n-gga, i’m built for this sh-t, n-gga
you built like a b-tch, n-gga, you can’t have a d-ck, n-gga
you probably wear panties, i pop shots at your granny
then catch a flight to the grammys
you more sammy than sosa, you probably sleep on a sofa
you broke bum -ss n-gga, bread crumb -ss n-gga
the patek iced out, lights out
tryna ride this wave gon’ get you drowned, n-gga, right now
surfin’ on my page gon’ get you found like i googled you
drums on all these sticks but i might show you what that ruger do, hula hoop
money team, never lose, floyd may’
might pull out that wraith and get to chillin’ b-tches, broad day
all they got to say is how my att-tude and t-tties fake
f-ck them b-tches, let ’em hate
i don’t f-ck with them anyway
p-ssy -ss

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