BBL Lyrics by DaBaby & NBA YoungBoy is latest English song with music also given by KayoTheWizard, JHint & Uzoharbor. BBL song lyrics are written by DaBaby & NBA YoungBoy.
BBL Song Detail
| Song Name: | BBL |
| Singer: | DaBaby, NBA YoungBoy |
| Composer: | KayoTheWizard, JHint, Uzoharbor |
| Lyrics by: | DaBaby, NBA YoungBoy |
BBL Lyrics
Uzoma, come here!
F**k on that ho and came back on her
F**k on that ho and I–, yeah
(chill, hint)
I f**k on that ho and came back on her (yeah)
It look like she went got a new bbl
Oh, now you done went got a lil’ a*s on you (let’s go)
Your doctor did good, s**t, I can’t even tell
I’m the only one wrap, bi**h, the pack in the mail
Had to make something for the gangster bi**hes
Never by myself, got the banger with me
Hatin’-a*s ni**a man, I hate them ni**as
It’s baby, bi**h say that s**t two times (say it two)
Baby baby, he acting brand new now (baby baby)
Had to shake ’em, he got back his juicе now (and the– woo)
Now you double back, knew you wеre coming back (let’s go)
Got the s**t in my house, it connect the guest house to the house
Parked the rolls royce up under that (yeah)
I could f**k up the game if a ni**a dropped now
Set it down, ni**as think he ain’t coming back
Somebody must’ve told you wrong (huh?)
I come through popping on a whole new song (yeah, bi**h)
Pu**y ni**a must think they lit ’til the pu**y in this bi**h cut the pro tools on (yeah, ni**a)
Hatin’-a*s ni**a still gon’ die, keep waitin’ in the line, bi**h, it won’t be long (no-no)
Rap ni**as talk big boy s**t, but when I’m in the room they control they tone
I set it off on these ni**as, I know it too (they know it)
Long live g, a bi**h play, he gon’ go with you (let’s go)
You know your lil’ brother gon’ blow that– (woo)
That’s my gangster bi**h, she from the west side (yeah, the west)
Many men, bi**h, I need me a vest (uh-huh)
You gon’ need more than that how we step out
Spend every dollar I got ’til a ni**a get dropped
Take his a*s out to game, ni**a checked out (bi**h)
You the type of f**k ni**a, switch up when you don’t get attention, lil’ bi**h feelin’ left out (bi**h)
I could be the lil’ dog in the room, I’ma walk in that bi**h, my chin up with my chest out
Honestly all these rap ni**as hoes music, don’t got no bop in it, back on they neck now
Goin’ birdman I need my respect out
Got a bi**h that look like left eye, yes I (yeah)
I f**k on that ho and came back on her (go)
It look like she went got a new bbl
Oh, now you done went got a lil’ a*s on you (let’s go)
Your doctor did good, s**t, I can’t even tell
I’m the only one wrap bi**h, the pack in the mail
Had to make something for the gangster bi**hes
Never by myself, got the banger with me
Hating a*s ni**a man, I hate them ni**as
Fully loaded whip, I’m back on my bulls**t
And this bi**h fully loaded, fn clip
Turn that block and the two shooters come out the roof
Spinning back to back, back ’til they finish ’em
Shorty driving while we in a widebody
In a spot where they gon’ drop off them bodies
She gon’ leave on commercial, come back in a private
I know that she got it, gotta make sure she copy
Dirty the kitchen, she cleaning the bowls
Bro servin’ the bowl, we still sellin’ them bowls
Brother gon’ trap while I’m confined at home
I’m still rich from me totin’ that fire on the road
Know for a fact she ain’t breakin’ the code, everything she don’t know
If they kickin’ in doors, she won’t open ’em up
I surprise in they bag in the lamb’ out the truck, in the bottoms outside
In my grandmother house with my mom and them, huh
Like I’m sick, got the flu, I been turned up on bu
With that stick, I’ma shoot, I don’t play with them dudes
Flood her neck with them diamonds, lil’ shorty the truth
And the purse with the blick, smokin’ one I’ma hit
But he only got eight, better come with the tip
My little youngin take quarters
He don’t give a s**t, if he can’t add it up, he gon’ sell it to you
Sign her name for that cutter, she buy it for you
Shorty stay with that s**t and she down for the crew
She pickin’ it up, man, I’m poppin’ her off
When that gangster s**t come, slang that iron for you
Stealin’ polos and t-shirts up out of the mall
Ain’t nothin’ like omar stealin’ wock’ for you
Vacuum seals, baking soda
This home improvement, she bring the [?] by two, oh
I f**k on that ho and came back on her (go)
It look like she went got a new bbl
Oh, now you done went got a lil’ a*s on you
Your doctor did good, s**t, I can’t even tell
I’m the only one wrap, bi**h, the pack in the mail
Had to make something for the gangster bi**hes
Never by myself, got the banger with me
Hatin’-a*s ni**a man, I hate them ni**as