PBSB!
Lyrics
It's like everyday I pop out with that shit on
I chose a Cartier I don't want no fucking two tone
Balenciaga model told me PUSSY BUILDS STRONG BONES
I met her out in Russia on a first class flight home
It's like everyday I pop out with that shit on
I chose a Cartier I don't want no fucking two tone
Balenciaga model told me pussy builds strong bones
I met her out in Russia on a first class flight home
Man fuck these rap niggas I don't wanna get along
I'm fucking all they hoes all she wanna do is sing along
I was trapping on that block nigga just know I'm certified
I put diamonds in this watch nigga I don't even check the time
Slide through the hills in Bentayga I ain't never need no label
You can't even break no bread Why the fuck you at my table
Grew up in the trenches I ain't even have no cable
You ain't sliding for yo homie man we we call that shit betrayal
Bitch I'm trapped in I bring them racks in
I might have to sign Gotti if he bringing packs in
Aye this not a Maserati this a S550 Benz
Ima push it the the edge
dDouble F for Fuck friends
Got yo bitch up in the pent house cooking Benihana
She don't want no Prada only commas finna suck and swallow
I just checked my phone they said I spent like a hundred thousand
Every day I go to Nieman's man that's my fucking problem
It's like everyday I pop out with that shit on
I chose a Cartier I don't want no fucking two tone
Balenciaga model told me PUSSY BUILDS STRONG BONES
I met her out in Russia on a first class flight home
It's like everyday I pop out with that shit on
I chose a Cartier I don't want no fucking two tone
Balenciaga model told me PUSSY BUILDS STRONG BONES
I met her out in Russia on a first class flight home
It's like everyday I pop out with that shit on
I chose a Cartier I don't want no fucking two tone
Balenciaga model told me pussy builds strong bones
I met her out in Russia on a first class flight home
Man fuck these rap niggas I don't wanna get along
I'm fucking all they hoes all she wanna do is sing along
I was trapping on that block nigga just know I'm certified
I put diamonds in this watch nigga I don't even check the time
Slide through the hills in Bentayga I ain't never need no label
You can't even break no bread Why the fuck you at my table
Grew up in the trenches I ain't even have no cable
You ain't sliding for yo homie man we we call that shit betrayal
Bitch I'm trapped in I bring them racks in
I might have to sign Gotti if he bringing packs in
Aye this not a Maserati this a S550 Benz
Ima push it the the edge
dDouble F for Fuck friends
Got yo bitch up in the pent house cooking Benihana
She don't want no Prada only commas finna suck and swallow
I just checked my phone they said I spent like a hundred thousand
Every day I go to Nieman's man that's my fucking problem
It's like everyday I pop out with that shit on
I chose a Cartier I don't want no fucking two tone
Balenciaga model told me PUSSY BUILDS STRONG BONES
I met her out in Russia on a first class flight home
Writer(s): Isaiah Woodard
Copyright(s): Lyrics © DistroKid
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