BMU
$orr¥ * Track #2 On W3 Ar3 Not Alik3
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BMU Lyrics
(Hook)
If I spend hundred thousand on a bitch
I get ten percent of the fucking profit
Big diamonds on my neck like I won a fucking championship
She just wanna sex, don’t give a fuck about how I feel
Block too hot lil bitch can’t chill
No hopscotch bitch, hop to the Mils
Ain’t no pop, ain’t popping no pill
My partner like Pistol Pete
(Verse)
Put a lil nigga’s OG on a t-shirt
Run up the band lil nigga, my feet hurt
First name basis how I’m gon treat her
Nicki Minaj, my lil bitch a leader
Pastry pussy, my lil bitch a creamer
Came out the dealer, zoom out in a Beamer
My bitch look like Tila Tequila
Ball lil bitch like Ntilikina
Dripping a bit you should call up the cleaner
Gotta admit I got love for Latina
Counting the racks while I wait for the reaper
I do not trust that lil bitch had to leave her
Skrr skrr skrr, I did that shit
Hop out the foreign with a big bad bitch
Been ignoring you, must admit
(Hook)
If I spend hundred thousand on a bitch
I get ten percent of the fucking profit
Big diamonds on my neck like I won a fucking championship
She just wanna sex, don’t give a fuck about how I feel
Block too hot lil bitch can’t chill
No hopscotch bitch, hop to the Mils
Ain’t no pop, ain’t popping no pill
My partner like Pistol Pete
(Verse 2)
New feces bitch I’m the shit
Ain’t verified but I’m getting blue cheque
Bitch I’m fucking only talk on text
Getting paper like a death threat
Nigga on Twitter he worried bout “thread”
Dollar sign cap, put money on your head
I need my bitch just like my bread
Need that shit with some spread
Lil bitch I’m getting cabbage
These niggas in New Orleans, fucking on some catfish
Hopping out, new regime, I’m rolling with assassins
Never forget, drink your water and go pay your taxes
(Hook)
If I spend hundred thousand on a bitch
I get ten percent of the fucking profit
Big diamonds on my neck like I won a fucking championship
She just wanna sex, don’t give a fuck about how I feel
Block too hot lil bitch can’t chill
No hopscotch bitch, hop to the Mils
Ain’t no pop, ain’t popping no pill
My partner like Pistol Pete