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bbl - quetee lyrics

[instrumental intro]
(what?)
let’s go, quetee
(donte you snapped on this one)
[chorus]
yeah, my b*tch bad as h*ll, my b*tch thick, no bbl
bought it new, ain’t no retail, i popped my sh*t, i know i smell
not on yo’ level, b*tch i’m passed it, b*tch i’m ballin’, i don’t pass it
n*gga think he competition, he not even in my bracket
b*tch i wanna f*ck i don’t wanna cuddle, hit a b*tch with a kid, i’m a motherf*cker
choppa stick to me, like hubba bubba, if you speak on the gang i’ma uppercut you
i do what i want and you do what you can, just hit up my label, i need an advance
i get a check and i spendin’ it fast
he hate in my comments, he really a fan
[verse 1: quetee]
they know i’m the goat, they don’t wanna admit it
she wanna еat on my meat like brisket, chain on my nеck yeah it cost me a ticket
i know that you broke, you should probably go fix it
why is you broke n*gga? go get a check
why is you broke n*gga? go get a bag
sheddin’ a tear, he going out sad, she give me head while she wearing a pad
my windows ain’t tinted, we f*cked in the car
i know you can’t help but be who you are
i know you wanted to give her the world, but that’s not your fault that she wanted a star
money was slow, i started trappin’, tryna’ catch up, but they don’t got a packet
i got the answer, i don’t need practice
she eat my kids, she don’t need a napkin
[verse 2: enphamus]
i hit her raw, i didn’t need a magnum
my gen on fire, f*ck it, i stabbed em’
opp made me (cough) but i ain’t got asthma
i’m just chokin’ on dead n*gga ashes
like my f*ckin’ wedding day, i told that b*tch i’m tied up
i’m lit in florida on my mama, i just had a fivesome
just did a feature for kentucky, he just gave me five sumn
and all my opps is dead, i’m bored, sh*t, i might go find some
i’m from that dirty, dirty
b*tch, i might start sellin’ soap
and everything i do is b.i.g
just like a whale or boat (uh)
[chorus]
yeah, my b*tch bad as h*ll, my b*tch thick, no bbl
bought it new, ain’t no retail, i popped my sh*t, i know i smell
not on yo’ level, b*tch i’m passed it, b*tch i’m ballin’, i don’t pass it
n*gga think he competition, he not even in my bracket
b*tch i wanna f*ck i don’t wanna cuddle, hit a b*tch with a kid, i’m a motherf*cker
choppa stick to me, like hubba bubba, if you speak on the gang i’ma uppercut you
i do what i want and you do what you can
just hit up my label, i need an advance
i get a check and i spendin’ it fast
he hate in my comments, he really a fan (what?)
[instrumental outro]

- quetee lyrics

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