BnB (feat. WESTSIDE Boogie)

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Kwēn Dizzy

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They can't get enough of it
Who do you think that you fuckin' with
Every verse celibate
Wait
I spit the heat keep the oven lit
I hit the beach tryna duck a bitch
F*ck out my face
We going up in this
Might put your chick on my bucket list
Shawty was succulent
I grip that ass with a oven mitt
If you a hottie then hop on in
I hit the gas on the mothership
Blast off
Might catch a body that's mask off
Whoever saw me get waxed off
That's blood on top of the asphalt
Yeah I'm that raw
If it's ever beef
I pray that we never meet
Solo I'm never deep
but still in the places you never be
Kwēn
Bragging and boasting
We the new wave in the ocean
Pour me a cup of that potion
Imma get faded I'm ghosting
You know we posted
Whoa
Put your hands up too high
You know we throw it
Money will fall from the sky
She got that fetty and WAP
I'm ready whenever you ready to rock
Dip out the spot
Let's take a trip down the block
You safe as clip out the glock
My wrist they watch
You see the drip every drop
Soon as the ship hit the dock
The chips and the guac
I need my cheese off top
I need the keys off the lot
New car smell
Cocaina that new cartel
Hit the cleaners then you got mail
Don't be scheming unless you got bail
Word
Ounce of that zaza
Got mommy inside of mi casa
Catch a homie I'm not with the rah rah
Yeah we want the smoke like a rasta
Stupid
Bragging and boasting
We the new wave in the ocean
Pour me a cup of that potion
Imma get faded I'm ghosting
You know we posted
Whoa
Put your hands up too high
You know we throw it
Money will fall from the sky
Show me you love me by letting me beat
I'm at some shit that you never could see
Got this new bitch I might give her a fee
because all of my women reflections of me
Like see I can handle this shit
Down to the tee
Got this hate in my jeans
Got my heart on my sleeve
I'm like damn that's a fit
Hard to believe I could manage this shit
Shit
But you know mama ain't raising no punk
I need my back end when I'm in the front
Look through your view no you ain't at where you want
But to me that shit cool when you come from the slums
She let me hit only hung with her once
She embarrassed as ever she said I'm a munch
Did no complaining got over the bumps
You know this shit come with bruises and humps
Bragging and boasting
We the new wave in the ocean
Pour me a cup of that potion
Imma get faded I'm ghosting
You know we posted
Whoa
Put your hands up too high
You know we throw it
Money will fall from the sky

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