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no thank you - bmd lyrics

[intro]
it’s bmd
you know how it is

[verse 1]
brown boy from the south*west
raised in the city where petrol was refined
moved to a city where the liquor had me drownin’
moved to a city where the streets smoke the loudest
four months off, but my tunes are the foulest
four blunts down, but we’re just getting started
the room’s looking tight, man, it’s gettin’ little crowded
but i don’t give a f*ck though, it’s time to get louder
couple jds and some jäger for the misses
i’m pouring up thеse bombs, for the b*tches on my hitlist
been a littlе naughty, but i’m first on their wishlist
my neck got a chain and it got a lot of lipstick
my car smelling green, f*ck it, i’m abouta risk it
hot like some chai, and she wanna dip the biscuit
forty on the ground and they won’t even [?] it
when i’m with the gang, we always on some lit sh*t

[chorus]
she wanna f*ck now. “no, thank you.”
say she give me extra luck now. “no, thank you.”
what you on with all that fuss now? “no, thank you.”
do you even wanna slurp? i said “no, thank you.”
now her friend throwing sass now. “no, thank you.”
she say she want a free pass now. “no, thank you.”
she say she’ll go an extra lap now. “no, thank you.”
but she got a fat ass. “come here, let me spank you!”
[verse 2]
come here shawty, let me test it
you know that i’m the bestest
i like a bad b*tch, thick thighs, that’s my preference
baddy on my phone, but really i just left it
’cause she just wanna talk thinking that she’ll make a guestlist
my boy’s got the bag, but your boys want to smoke
and your ass get too much low, homie, you might choke
i ain’t saying that i’m rich, but, i ain’t saying that i’m broke
i just saying i got time, when i’m sleepin’ i’m so woke
we don’t like the [?] and [?] let it slide though
’cause they was us when they were younger, it’s a sweet life bro
i can’t help it if you think that i ain’t livin’ right though
i do me, you do you. let’s just see who shines more
let’s just see who takes the win
let’s just see who takes the [?]
my style super sick, now these b*tches unwell
if you catch me lookin’ twice, don’t be praising out yourself
but if you catch me lookin’ thrice, then you know you looking swell
i’m just sitin’ on my phone, rings a bell
it’s this baby, man, she hittin’ up my cell
hate to say this but i thought that we was friends
now she panickin’, don’t worry i won’t tell
i don’t run that way, girls keep their secrets with me
my head is busy, man, these secrets stay for two days then flee
they don’t care, they still talking
’cause they know that it’s me
it’s not fair, but this all natural, i do it with ease
[chorus]
she wanna f*ck now. “no, thank you.”
say she give me extra luck now. “no, thank you.”
what you on with all that fuss now? “no, thank you.”
do you even wanna slurp? i said “no, thank you.”
now her friend throwing sass now. “no, thank you.”
she say she want a free pass now. “no, thank you.”
she say she’ll go an extra lap now. “no, thank you.”
but she got a fat ass. “come here let me spank you!”

- bmd lyrics

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