BBL (feat. PBK.E)

Yea yeahhh
It got Liyah Li & Pbke yea

Baddie baddie baddie baddie baddie baddie baddie baddie baddie baddie baddie baddie baddie baddie baddie baddie

If he ain't got a bag don't shake that ass
Can't let him fill up not even a grab
Don't need a scrub leave them niggas in the past
All ones big racks throw it back

You's a Baddie baddie baddie baddie baddie baddie baddie baddie
You's a baddie baddie baddie baddie baddie baddie baddie baddie

I'm in the spot bitch, I just turned 23
All my bitches bad and we sittin pretty
And yeah, we want them ballers we don't no munchies
Only hunnid's tell the waiter keep them fucking bottles coming
2 a.m. and we ain't thinkin' bout tomorrow

Who knows, shit, I might be rich like Glo tomorrow (Rilla)
So I'm gettin litty in my city, in a frenzy, in my benzy
Sippin' dele, with the slizzies
This ass so fat, he wants a grab
Told him get in line, bae you just might crash

Nothing for free, so don't play with me
3K, a show or, I'ma up it and leave
30 inch bust down, my neck, mi muneca
Mi gusts las costas bonitas
Fresh BBL, this ass go bonkers
Gonna take way more than a five star fecha

If he ain't got a bag, don't shake that ass
Can't let him fill up, not even a grab
Don't need a scrub, leave them niggas in the past
All ones big racks, throw it back

You's a Baddie, baddie, baddie, baddie, baddie, baddie, baddie, baddie,
You's a baddie, baddie, baddie, baddie, baddie, baddie, baddie, baddie

I got a BBL, that mean the big boss laugh
You know me, president, take out the trash
In the foreign, whatever foreign, hit the dash
You know I'm goated, so this hit, yeah it, smash

If you a baddie, hey, go and put your hands up
Middle finger in the air, fuck a nigga, get a band up
Shake your ass real fast and do it with no hands, uh
Liyah Li and PBK, flip it, for the bands, uh

I flip the beat and make it heat
All ya, niggas is phony, but y'all mad at me
I meant to say foreign, cause that's what I be
Big racks for every show, I'm soon gonna be
And yes that's my cousin, so gotta pay the fee
Cause I am the prez, and this is Q3
So don't fuck around, makin hits after, hits
So you soon, bow down Pb

If he ain't got a bag, don't shake that ass
Can't let him fill up, not even a grab
Don't need a scrub, leave them niggas in the past
All ones big racks, throw it back

Who's a baddie, who's a baddie, who's a baddie, who's a baddie, who's a baddie, who's a baddie

PB, Liyah Li, Q3,
We on the scene, BBL's let me see you move your thing
Back it up back it up on the scene who's a baddie

Leave that nigga on seen, leave that nigga on seen



Credits
Writer(s): Elijah Cherry
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