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billie heem - bgofficial lyrics

[intro}
they ain’t know what i been through or fin’t do
yea yea yea
ayeee mannn
gang sh*t bg sh*t get yo bread up stack yo cake up till that sh*t make up
f*ck these hoes mind yo business and mind what the f*ck you got goin (aye, ongod)
it’s gang sh*t get yo bread up aye (aye aye aye aye)

[verse 1]
aye ball hoe, we the ones that you pass to
drill comin in clutch * b*tch i had to
down all these years i been up for the last 2
putting food on some plates i’ll be glad to
type to hit yo state mall bring a bag through
buy out the front i need what’s out the backroom
remember 2 getting shoes out the rack room
sh*t change when you figure out that cash rules

[verse 2]
(don) we done slid hit yo mans had to chalk it off
hit a stripper with these bands told her walk it off
getting bored i might take hoes to greece
foxy ass n*gga rock valour with the fleece aye
don’t be worried bout me what i’m fin’t do
max keeble how you fronting on yo big moves * bag moves
i ain’t wanna stunt but i had to
b*tch might stomp ’em with my heel mike jack moves
[verse 3]
chef * gon’ slide get the bag on ’em
get the money over hoes that’s a big mood
i ain’t playing with these n*ggas * better back up
push a n*gga back ‘case a n*gga wanna act up * cash up
got these hoes with they ass up
keep your foot on the gas or get passed up n*gga
now bg on the rise
lookin’ for the chef i’m between yo b*tch thighs

[verse 4]
ain’t no beats ’round the bush i’ma say what it is
n*ggas talkin’ bout hits * we ain’t missed ina min
i done really came up off of plots in the crib
i’ma dual hand n*gga * handle biz and yo b*tch
jacket on my skin cuz i know it get cold out
tried to put n*ggas on but they hoed out
running by yo corner * drill hit me on this go route
gotta watch who i love what i’m told ’bout
aye… aye aye they ain’t know what i been through or fin’t do… b*tch

[verse 5]
‘fo’ i leave the crib * gotta look out the peephole
everything i do * do it for my people
freak hoe * she gon’ do it for some pesos
i just get the bag n*gga then i lay low
hol onnnnn * i just might f*ck a j*lo
put some drank in the muhhf*ckin’ faygo
can’t go * out sad that’s a no no
chef vocs in the crib buss ya hoe down
bg * we bring them hoes out
3 p’s only time i ever sold out
shows in the dome hundred thou bring the folks out
ten a piece on the kids when we go out
all these hits in the vault we gon’ show out
all these shows on the road where to go now?
all these 0’s on the statement profound
bought my moms a crib and it’s plenty more to go round… b*tch
i’ma dual hand n*gga handle bizz and yo b*tch gang

- bgofficial lyrics

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