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lirik lagu bshr - b.e.o.

i don’t really f~ck with n~ggas, they be on weird sh~t (nope)
now i’m matchin’ energy… that’s just to keep it clear, b~tch (yep)
if you talkin’ bullsh~t, i’m deaf so i can’t hear sh~t (nope)
thottie wanna f~ck, i had to dodge… that’s a near miss (nope)

dear miss little thot hoe (b~tch what?)
you can’t get the c~ck no (you trippin’)
see me on them blog posts, but i’mma always block hoes
movin’ packs like costco, you f~ckin’ with the boss bruh (yeah)
i just came through and i bought it all, brought the cost up

keep my money locked up, while you work at the cost plus
i get all my stocks up, so fast that you can’t clock, huh?

so do not try stop… no… just sick back and mind ya business
bars i spit like grammar fitness
slow it down, he still ain’t gettin’ it

need that bag the clock is tickin’ (need that bag)
on yo ass, that glock is cl!ckin’ (bow)
cheffin’ up, i’m in the kitchеn
realest one, forgot to mеntion

move so quick, might swap dimensions (huh?)
know you broke, that watch expensive
i get new sh~t everyday
b stax with the great escape

change yo’ landscape and mind frame… (aye)
dropped that hoe she playin’ mind games (can’t f~ck that hoe)

you could call me spookyli, b~tch everyday is my day (yo’ b~tch)
i get to the bag workin’ sat~rday through friday (i get that bag)

clock in at the rite~aid, bro that ain’t the right way (no it ain’t)
cheffin’ in the kitchen, puttin’ in work… but still i pray
monday, wednesday, friday… i’m f~ckin’ yo’ hoe sideways
she just saw a stack of cash, so she do what i say (cash)

really the coldest out, but i hold back… call me heisay…

f~ckin’ up n~ggas like kaneki (can’t f~ck with me)
f~ckin’ up sh~t when i drop the beat

why even try? ain’t stoppin’ b (can’t f~ck with b)
n~ggas be opps, and i got receipts (f~ck the opps)
i own the table, ain’t cop a seat
young b stax, and they shocked to see (you ain’t know?)

yeah they see me goin’ up, but what you expect, i’m number one (number one)
we just like the bread though; she came for funds, i came for buns (she a thot)
whenever i’m dead is when i’m done
absorbing the light from every sun

every last n~gga that did me dirty ain’t gettin’ a f~ckin’ crumb (ain’t gettin sh~t)

- lirik lagu bshr

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