Currensy - Bbs Lyrics

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This that gold bbs flow

Plastic nike air tags on your original 4's

Niggas done z'd on ya mans

And I'm rollin a O

Leave em sleep, I don't need them suckas

Listening to me

Pack the bong full wit everything except the kitchen sink

Underneath which I keep a set of andis clippers

I can fix my lining up

Before we go over by them bitches

A quick little something

Can't get the back

I don't know where I left my hand mirror

Type of dilemma's I'll never hinder my jet living

We just chillin

So don't come around here, fake-toughing

Running off the women

Bossed up, all us

Outside the club waiting to tip drivers who pull our cars up

The fuck you thought this was, dawg

I'm a trill muthafucka after all

Haters is dressed as safety nets

Encouraging my fall

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Won't catch me there

But you can catch me air, when my new shit premier

And whatever media outlet decides to play it fair

Fuck playing dead, pimpin, I'mma play the bear

Grizzly, seriously, fishborne turned flipstyles

Furiously

This that 70's soul Green, Al chemistry

Ay mane, been a G since Buddy Lees

Lames be cuffin they jeans, and they bitches

I be cooking these bird ass hoes

Running circles round em

They rotisserie chickens

Love gotta shovel in her hand

I see you diggin

Strike gold, build yo own coffin with it

Dead ass

Flick ashes on the girls in my past tense

The telly's for the ones I was just fucking

The crib's for the one I was gon' get right back with

It's easy to get tangled in the stars

Spangled

Mangled in the night life, living out my bars

Dangerous, yeah

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