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bbl drizzy - jb2statt lyrics

(intro)
bbl drizzy
bbl drizzy, ooh, ooh
bbl drizzy, oh
bbl drizzy, ooh, ooh*ooh
bbl drizzy
bbl drizzy, ooh, ooh*ooh
bbl drizzy, oh
bbl drizzy
i’m thicker than a snicker
i’m thicker than your ninja
don’t act like you don’t know me
these yams deserve a trophy
baby, it ain’t no mystery
got the best bbl in history
this cake will make you show up
i know you seen this glow up
as bbl drizzy
bbl drizzy

(v1: jb)
bbl drizzy, this boy really cooked
you went to that shop, know ya homies was shook
i pop out in a black 9/11, come look
drake tryna respond, i wish that he would
put the green in the blunt, now i’m up in the stu’
got ryan he with me, just me and my dude
i try to stay calm, like relax, lil dude
my momma in jail, and my father got boomed
know your father ain’t proud of the sh*t that you do
you and lil nas x had a baby, oh shoot
the cops on my d*ck, i’m still takin’ the loot
my b*tch in the back, tryna suck on the lube
and look at bro lеgs, n*ggas long as a tube
you ain’t get a bbl, but you gained wеight too
i’ll never try doing the sh*t that you do
that boy look like something straight out a cartoon
(refrain)
don’t act like you don’t know me
these yams deserve a trophy
baby, it ain’t no mystery
got the best bbl in history
this cake will make you show up
i know you seen this glow up
as bbl drizzy
bbl drizzy

(v2: ryan)
bbl drizzy, the booty i want
not talkin’ bout drizzy, my girl raise the bone
my n*ggas on fire, they do what they want
and i put that on god, i got lean in my bones
the wocky i sip, and the marley’s i roll
i know niko be sittin’ there, punchin’ his phone
if x was alive, you’d get beat the f*ck up
he’d punch you so hard, bbl out your chromes
i’m living the life, and this sh*t really lit
the last n*gga tried me, and i got him hit
the flavor’s in fighting, the taste comes from d*ck
according to brittney, she swallowed my kids
i’m popping the xanies, and i feel like sh*t
don’t diss on my name, if you do, take a trip
give all of my n*ggas a break off the strip
i might have to tell that boy drake, he a b*tch
(o: jb & ryan)
don’t act like you don’t see me
i’m creeping down by my doley
outside, don’t need no homie
keeping up, tryna cop me a roley
his mansion gon’ get blown up
my pistol finna throw up
that’s bbl drizzy
bbl drizzy
d*mn

- jb2statt lyrics

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