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dee watkins - bbl lyrics

[intro]
look
uh

[verse 1]
bad b+tch, 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 n+ggas, they can’t have that
let a n+gga 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 b+tches
it ain’t sh+t to drop a bag on it if you get it

[chorus]
rich n+gga, i just bought your b+tch a bbl
said she f+ck with me, ’cause she know i’on kiss and tell
he say he ain’t got no cash in it [?]
i’ma hold it down for all my n+ggas in that cell
police pulled me over, he like ”buddy, what’s that smell?”
i know if he search this f+ckin’ car, i’m goin’ to jail
pistol in the back and my eyes red as h+ll
if i’on make it home, tell my momma wish me well, n+gga
[verse 2]
all the bad b+tches want a n+gga with a bag
so that’s a motivation you jits to go and get some cash
she a freaky b+tch, she say ”n+gga, eat my ass”
she know she ain’t my b+tch so i couldn’t do nothin’ but laugh
money on his head, put that bag on his top
million dollar n+gga, 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, n+gga

- dee watkins lyrics

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