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Asianae - B.B.A. (Bad B!tch Anthem) şarkı sözleri

Sanatçı: Asianae

albüm: Chosen One (Mixtape)


I can not help it im up and look better
I know that yo nigga be dreaming of me
M's is the letter the fetti the cheedar
I lay on designer when I go to sleep
I count the money I finger through Hundreds
These bitches is bumy we cant even speak
Get up your money we counting and thumbing
The paper be humming and speaking to me
(Talking)
Hold on, hello
I dont know why you keep calling me
Im down the street
Shooting dice wit KEKE and dem
Leave me the fuck alone
Bye... Leave the door open tho
I can not stand a niga thats gone bug a bitch
Im trying to go catch a play
Nigga you starting to buggaboo trying to facetime and see me face to face
Nigga I been in the trap
Im getting some money so no to the dinner date
I rather go get to the motion
Im running up and controlling my breathing pace
I ran it up so fast, when you last you may never see the race
Red bottoms and Balenciaga my heart in the gualla
I bet that your weave is fake
Niggas be so in their feelings and so unappealing
They cant even see the lake
I know he be wanting to see it
If I let him eat it he stil got a dinner date
And ima be right back
I can not help it im up and look better
I know that yo nigga be dreaming of me
M's is the letter the fetti the cheedar
I Lay on designer when I go to sleep
I count the money I finger through Hundreds
These bitches is bumy we cant even speak
Get up your money we counting and thumbing
The paper be humming and speaking to me like
(Talking)
I cant stand a nigga thats gone bug a bitch
And nigga you better be home when I call
I aint playing wit yo ass
Niggas be calling but no im not answering
Im out of reach like a broke nigga dream
I will not fuck wit a nigga who stagnant
My nigga he gotta go get him some cream
These little bitches will never compare to me
My niggas built like the champion team
Yo bitches green when we order our bottles bow down to the queen
I pull your card you not real as you think
Im getting paper, I stack it in layers
I run up a dubb and run right to the bank
Working my fingers but not in my panties
Im running them over them Benjamin's face
I made donations to bald headed bitches
So you can go get you a better front lace bitch
I can not help it im up and look better
I know that yo nigga be dreaming of me
Ms is the letter the fetti the cheedar
I Lay on designer when I go to sleep
I count the money I finger through Hundreds
These bitches is bumy we cant even speak
Get up your money we counting and thumbing
The paper be humming and speaking to me
(Talking)
Im on my way to Saint-Tropez nigga
First class
Youll see me looking fine on the gram
Bye Bye

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