B.B.L Lyrics

I ain't gon tell you how to move on a hater

She got that drip, IV

Smooth operator

Crack out her whip

Now she dominate a nigga

I bet it hit

Got that grip, spit, twist, make ya eyes roll, limp wrist

He need a cool cigarilla

He passing out like a narcoleptic zigga

She got that wop wop

Gas, call her indica

And now she scamming little niggas out in India

Go ahead, get ya feelings hurt

Throw that cash, she ain't twerking enough

She make a stack shaking ass in the club

She throw it back

Is it jumping or what?

She got that wop wop wop

wop wop wop wop

She got a fat and it's all natural

But I ain't hating on a BBL, no

Cause if it move, she gon cash in the dough

She got that wop wop wop

wop wop wop wop

Need presidents as a medicine

Issa remedy, call her Marilyn

What a bad bitch

Are you A dumb?

Can you B more when you C her?

I need D fast and I ain't talking about your EBT with your nasty ass

Wanna F her, gotta pay more

Got a G cap with her masters

Bad bitches to the front

Do you hear me though?

Throw it back and toss it up

He won't catch it though

I see you shaking it for cash

Do it on the pole

Jello, look at all that as

Is you twerking ho?

Get your ass up

Throw that cash, she ain't twerking enough

She make a stack shaking ass in the club

She throw it back

Is it jumping or what?

She got that wop wop wop

wop wop wop wop

She got a fat and it's all natural

But I ain't hating on a BBL, no

Cause if it move, she gon cash in the dough

She got that wop wop wop

wop wop wop wop