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BL Shit ft. Amaire Lyrics
- Genre:Hip Hop & Rap
- Year of Release:2025
Lyrics
Nah, I got it, I got it. Let me get it. Nah, fuck it
Suspect niggas don't come outside
You might get your wig pushed back tonight
And I deserve my respect
Yeah, brains don't matter
If your wig get split on some Boneless shit
Suspect niggas don't come outside
You might get your wig pushed back tonight
And I deserve my respect
Yeah, brains don't matter
If your wig gets split on some Boneless shit
I say that D'usse is the shit
If I do say so myself
I say woosah catch my breath
If I lose it, I might trip
My li Juvie, she so studious
But stupid on the dick
My li shooter, he a menace
He so ruthless with a stick
Bitch the day I see a million
I go roofless with the whip
Push the coupe to LSU
And park that bitch at center field
I been lit all fucking year
Got niggas think I signed a deal
Still get up and clock a shift
Like every morning being real
Still a hit a nigga ho
If she get horny, I won't tell
Beat it up like Terrence Crawford
In her loft, girl, ring the bell
Momma knew since no love lost
That one day I was gonna pay the bills
Never been the type of static
She ain't never paid no bail
She see my mouth look like I bit a daisy
Watch me Donald Duck a bitch
I know way too many Mickeys
Goofy niggas love to switch
Most of the time they mad bout women
Put no one above his bitch
Stay my black ass in the crib
Cause nigga, I can't duck a switch
Nigga, I ain't trippin
I slang iron and I'll go fuck the bitch
Fuck I'm supposed to do
She say I'm handsome
And she love to fit
And nobody can stop me
And no nigga living can top me
I need bigger ceilings
Where I be, probably
Purchasing pieces a hobby
I be styling
Fuck it
Bitch, I be sick just like the bird flu
I know you heard who
Get the freshest
And probably fuckin' your girl too
The sickest part is that the girl knew
That you was a fan
In which the manner a nigga
Be flippin' words to
Fit inside the verses
Of the songs
On all the albums
If she ever called to kick it
I'd decline it
Like I'm Calvin
You can't salvage none of the beats
After I rip em to shreds
Lyrical savage
I hear voices
You get kicked in the head
I'm Randy Orton
In this rap shit
The fuckin' legend killer
It's important you unpack this
Shit that I spit then forward
Bro to go on and put on wax, bitch
Standards been gettin' lowered
But good Lord
The kid is back, bitch
And hungrier than a fat bitch
Don't blink or you might miss a beat
Where y'all see local rappers
I see nothin' but some foolery
Them niggas look like food to me
I'm Debo
Snatchin' jewelry
Prepare your affairs
This shit I'm writin
Is your eulogy
I'm clearin' the air
Callin' the troops
Gon' be a mess in here
Steppin' on toes
Shootin' at heads
Like fuck a vest
Be clear
Boneless up and fuck the rest
We next to check
Just cleared
Been humble long enough
The beef been gettin' cold
If you hungry
Then gon' and warm it up
Suspect niggas
Don't come outside
You might get ya wig pushed back tonight
And I deserve my respect
Brains don't matter
If your wig gets split
On some Boneless shit
My nigga E
Ride with a nine
Cooler than a breeze
Ain't no pimp
But don't push me
Hit her, knock her to her knees
Talk to God
Through the word
This how I speak to Elohim
Dear God
Please protect me
From a motherfuckin' beam
Niggas scheme
Get the cream
Cash rules everything
Like a tight end
Put in motion
How I'm runnin' up the seam
Malcolm X
Cross you out
I do this shit by any means
And it seems
This be Boneless
Come and join the winning team nigga
Suspect niggas
Don't come outside
You might get your wig
Pushed back tonight
And I deserve my respect
Brains don't matter
If your wig gets split
On some Boneless shit
Suspect niggas
Don't come outside
You might get your wig
Pushed back tonight
You know what the fuck