Pri' BBL Lyrics

I don't know about no BBL

But I got hands like Spreewell

Hear the bell when you walk in the shells

21st & Garnet, no 12

Undercover better cover yourself

I see you rappin' but so does an elf

I could tell that you really need help

Real talk, your music is shelved

Uh, she love me, she says she know all of my songs

I know it's real, her mama a clone

All black glasses look like Jim Jones

I got a dot on the K, it's cold

And it can sing like Drake on a low

She want the number, I gave her Mike Jones

I ain't worried bout no hoe on my phone

Buddy, buddy, till he brought up the chrome

Keezy Duz it, let me cut up his dome

I be talkin', I be takin' too long

Shawty mad, she said take me home

In my head, I'm like, take this bone

Please don't take that wrong

Girl, you know we grown, I'll get you home

Like a new episode of different strokes

Or anything you want

If I'm on your mind, then let me know

I'm like Nate Archibald

YAHUAH Host do them just like dominoes

You gon' get exposed like my fallen foes

Drop top in my city, what you walkin' for

Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold the cake

We finna change the narrative real quick

Y'all gettin' lazy with AI and stuff

It's supposed to be like this

We ain't got the same fame

Think drivin' in the sand, mayne, I'm different

In Tulsa where it rain, rain

I'm slicker than a lane change, that's different

What you know about that pain, pain

I been tryna hold it in, mayne, but this different

Be different

Be different

Be different

Be different

Be different

Be different

Be different

Be different

Be different

Be different

Be different

Be different

Be different