Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song PMS , by - Brianna Perry. Release date: 13.12.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
PMS |
| Gotta be nice for what to these bitches? |
| Yeah, haha |
| BP, yee |
| 30, you a fool for this one |
| Bulletproof the windshield, the doors, and the locks |
| Bloodstains on the carpet probably from poppin' at opps |
| Played the corner like Deion, primetime in the box |
| From Dade County, might breeze through the locks, I’m from the block |
| Name a rap bitch with this kind of flow, oh, I’m the last dragon |
| Bruce Leroy with the glow, pardon my braggin' |
| I’m backin' out in the Aston with the MEA on my ass |
| And I’m laughin' at all these bitches who told me I couldn’t pass 'em |
| Room, bitch, get his as the moon, bitch |
| Marry a bad boy and get rid of that loon, bitch |
| Elephant in the room, bitch, it ain’t no more room, bitch |
| And if I ain’t top five, my day comin' soon, bitch |
| Kick open the bank door when I make a deposit |
| I got it bustin' out the trash bag but this ain’t no garbage |
| Don’t carry wallets, I’m cocky |
| But yet I’m modest |
| The coolest, but I’m the hottest |
| You foolish, thinkin' I’m losin' |
| I’m smoother than shoe polish |
| Demolishin' opposition, ho, pay attention and listen |
| I’ma see the Ricky Rozay and Beyonce |
| The mission to get the bag and get missin' |
| Got bigger bags in my vision |
| I started without a dime and I grind my way to your vision, I saw it |
| Smoke it out like I’m Marley |
| Party hard when I party |
| Like Mardi Gras, I’m the hardest |
| My plate hearty, they starvin' |
| I made it out of that bullshit I was in |
| Hate I bullshitted them but that bullshit in the wind |
| And these niggas lyin' on they dick for attention, or a mention |
| How 'bout you leave all that shit that them bitches do to the bitches |
| Bitch nigga, pop up with that stick, nigga |
| Unlock like a pick, nigga, I’m built for this shit, nigga |
| You built like a bitch, nigga, you can’t have a dick, nigga |
| You probably wear panties, I pop shots at your granny |
| Then catch a flight to the Grammys |
| You more Sammy than Sosa, you probably sleep on a sofa |
| You broke bum ass nigga, bread crumb ass nigga |
| The Patek iced out, lights out |
| Tryna ride this wave gon' get you drowned, nigga, right now |
| Surfin' on my page gon' get you found like I Googled you |
| Drums on all these sticks but I might show you what that Ruger do, hula hoop |
| Money Team, never lose, Floyd May' |
| Might pull out that Wraith and get to chillin' bitches, broad day |
| All they got to say is how my attitude and titties fake |
| Fuck them bitches, let 'em hate |
| I don’t fuck with them anyway |
| Pussy ass |