Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Wonkybish , by - bbno$. Release date: 11.06.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Wonkybish |
| Skrrrrrrrrrrrr |
| Oh bbno$ |
| Wonkybish no tip |
| I don’t wanna pay for that, no shit |
| Still look white hot, no wrists |
| I’m already 'bout my shit, no trip |
| Big check flexin' now, no ice |
| Gassed up Texaco, smoke right |
| Think I gotta let it go, recite |
| Think you gotta check the flow, it’s tight |
| Baby |
| Uh boy yeah, I think I got some entropy |
| Ya girlie on me centipede, like why she like addressing me |
| I think she want the best of me, I pump up the intensity |
| I’m seeding her like sesame, like girl why you cuffing me |
| Money on my mind I really can’t think about you |
| You got a tendency for jealously I’m sorry that I flashed my wrist |
| Leave paper trails I think I need some bape in it |
| Well maybe because I’m wonky rapper god |
| I’m gon' lease myself a gucci keg |
| Gotta place another comma |
| Need me girly with no drama |
| Ain’t no goat but imma slam her |
| Breakfast flexin all these dramas |
| Only thing I wouldn’t buy from a thrift store is a pair of boxes |
| Tell me I ain’t crazy, I ain’t in to stupid shit it’s brazy |
| Wonkybish |
| Yo, Ryan wasn’t the hook supposed to come in here? |
| Hey, fuck it |
| Skrrt, Skrrt, Skrrt, Skrrt, Skrrt, Skrrt |
| Wonkybish no tip |
| I don’t wanna pay for that, no shit |
| Still look white hot, no wrists |
| Already 'bout my shit, no trip |
| Big check flexin' now, no ice |
| Gassed up Texaco, smoke right |
| Think I gotta let it go, recite |
| Think you gotta check the flow, it’s tight |
| Baby |
| Blast I’m already tired of my life |
| I wrapped up in my fantasy I’m smoking all the time |
| Blast I’m already tired of my life |
| I wrapped up in my fantasy I’m smoking all the time |
| Time is flyin' while I’m writin' rhymin blowin 9 5 |
| Stacked up my mary cause I’m getting arrested all the time |
| Gotta be ripping a best in line |
| I’m coming ??? |
| check this time |
| They wanna beat me but they never gon' be |
| But you betting your money you’ll win this time |
| I’m flipping a fidget I’m better than bitches |
| They wanna be come an corrected |
| I, I’m living and gettin whatever I’m wishin |
| I’m smoking my own with the bestest vibes |
| I just served the police and we on the run |
| I would do bout anything to smoke another blunt, fuck |
| Bitch you know I’m bout it got no motor but I hum |
| If I make it to that safe I swear to god I’ll blow up, fuck |
| Better be famous, puttin my name up on the signs |
| I’m probably crazy, budding with Baby all the time, grind |
| Part of the daily, hitting the ??? |
| down the night |
| I’ve never been worried about my mind |
| I’m dipping on everything while I go blah, ay |
| Wonkybish no tip |
| I don’t wanna pay for that, no shit |
| Still look white hot, no wrists |
| I’m already 'bout my shit, no trip |
| Big check flexin' now, no ice |
| Gassed up Texaco, smoke right |
| Think I gotta let it go, recite |
| Think you gotta check the flow, it’s tight |
| Baby |