Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song BBS, artist - The Alchemist.
Date of issue: 20.05.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
BBS |
This that gold BBS flow. |
Plastic Nike air tags on your original IV’s |
Niggas is z’ed on your mans, and i’m rollin an Oh |
Leave em sleep, I don’t need them suckas listening to me |
Pack a bong for everything except the kitchen sink |
Underneath witch I keep a set of Andy’s Clippers |
I could fix my line in before we go over by them bitches |
A quick little something can’t get the back |
I don’t know where I left my hand mirror, type of dilemmas will never hinder my |
jet living |
We just chilling so don’t come around here, fake toughin' |
Runnin' after woman |
Bossed up, all us, outside the club waiting to tip drivers who pull our cars up. |
The fuck you thought this was dawg, imma trill mother fucker after all. |
Haters is dressed in safety nets encouraging my fall |
Won’t catch me there, but you can catch me on air when my new shit premier |
At whatever media outlet decide to play it fair |
Fuck playin' dead pimpin' imma play the bear, grizzle |
Seriously fish burn turn flip styles, furiously, this that 70's soul green |
Alchemistry, amen been a G since but he leaves lames big cuffin their jeans and |
their bitches I be cookin these bird assholes, running circles around em, |
they rotisserie chickens |
Love got a shovel in her hand I see you digging strike gold build your own |
coffin with it, dead ass, flick ashes on the girls in my past tense |
They tell us for the ones I was just fuckin |
The crib for the one I was gonna get right back with |
It’s easy to get tangled in the stars, spangled, mangled in the night life, |
livin out my bars, dangerous. |