BBL ft. PBK.E Lyrics

Yea yeahhh

It got Liyah Li & Pbke yea

Baddie baddie baddie baddie baddie baddie baddie baddie baddie baddie baddie baddie baddie baddie baddie baddie

If he ain't got a bag don't shake that ass

Can't let him fill up not even a grab

Don't need a scrub leave them niggas in the past

All ones big racks throw it back

You's a Baddie baddie baddie baddie baddie baddie baddie baddie

You's a baddie baddie baddie baddie baddie baddie baddie baddie

I'm in the spot bitch, I just turned 23

All my bitches bad and we sittin pretty

And yeah, we want them ballers we don't no munchies

Only hunnid's tell the waiter keep them fucking bottles coming

2 a.m. and we ain't thinkin' bout tomorrow

Who knows, shit, I might be rich like Glo tomorrow (Rilla)

So I'm gettin litty in my city, in a frenzy, in my benzy

Sippin' dele, with the slizzies

This ass so fat, he wants a grab

Told him get in line, bae you just might crash

Nothing for free, so don't play with me

3K, a show or, I'ma up it and leave

30 inch bust down, my neck , mi muneca

Mi gusts las costas bonitas

Fresh BBL, this ass go bonkers

Gonna take way more than a five star fecha

If he ain't got a bag, don't shake that ass

Can't let him fill up, not even a grab

Don't need a scrub, leave them niggas in the past

All ones big racks, throw it back

You's a Baddie, baddie, baddie, baddie, baddie, baddie, baddie, baddie,

You's a baddie, baddie, baddie, baddie, baddie, baddie, baddie, baddie

I got a BBL, that mean the big boss laugh

You know me, president, take out the trash

In the foreign, whatever foreign, hit the dash

You know I'm goated, so this hit, yeah it, smash

If you a baddie, hey, go and put your hands up

Middle finger in the air, fuck a nigga, get a band up

Shake your ass real fast and do it with no hands, uh

Liyah Li and PBK, flip it, for the bands, uh

I flip the beat and make it heat

All ya, niggas is phony, but y'all mad at me

I meant to say foreign, cause that's what I be

Big racks for every show, I'm soon gonna be

And yes that's my cousin, so gotta pay the fee

Cause I am the prez, and this is Q3

So don't fuck around, makin hits after, hits

So you soon, bow down Pb

If he ain't got a bag, don't shake that ass

Can't let him fill up, not even a grab

Don't need a scrub, leave them niggas in the past

All ones big racks, throw it back

Who's a baddie, who's a baddie, who's a baddie, who's a baddie, who's a baddie, who's a baddie

PB, Liyah Li, Q3,

We on the scene , BBL's let me see you move your thing

Back it up back it up on the scene who's a baddie

Leave that nigga on seen , leave that nigga on seen