Bbno$, MIA GLADSTONE - thots lyrics

bbno$ [Alexander Gumuchian]

[Bbno$, MIA GLADSTONE - thots lyrics]

Uh, uh, bbno$ oh, oh, oh oh, ooh

Real shit, fuck a deal shit
Bank went empty yeah like
Real place, she's lookin' real thick
I need a real trick
Real shit, you need a real grip
I need the real shit
Real shit, I'm on some real shit
I'm on some real shit thots
Man these girls are all up on my mind
I need some racks (Racks)
Ten toes on the ground at all times
I do not relax ('lax)
People from my uni 'bout to
Know I make them tracks
It's been like six months now
I need six more around my back

Small wrist, big nerf, I got shit to do
With your bitch and her friend
I got plenty room
Volunteered chap, baby heart is open boo
Steady shit and I'm smart
What would you assume she give me top
I tell her stop, and I don't want another
Think about the paper spent
I'm sorry that I'm slackin' rent
I put my city on my back
I'm tryna stack some racks
I do not slack, I do not slack
I have no need to compensate

Say you got 'em racks so come
And spend that shit on me
Louie V the bag and I got gold up on my teeth
Was lookin' to the man and they
Found out it was a she
You girls so cold I light
A fire then I freeze

Real shit, fuck a deal shit
Bank went empty yeah like
Real place, she's lookin' real thick
I need a real trick
Real shit, you need a real grip
I need the real shit
Real shit, I'm on some real shit
I'm on some real shit thots
Man these girls are all up on my mind
I need some racks (Need some racks)
Ten toes on the ground at all times
I do not relax ('lax)
People from my uni 'bout to
Know I make them tracks
(Make them tracks, yeah)
It's been like six months now
I need six more around my back

Say you got 'em bands so come
And spent that shit on me (Ayy)
Gucci on my bag
That f'in gold up on my teeth (Teeth)
Was lookin' to the man and they
Found out it was a she (She)
Mia G so cool
Walk in the room and feel the breeze

Throw me out, take me down
Momma's home so don't be loud
Come on baby, stand back up
And sweep me off the fuckin' ground
Cause you be sayin' way too much
Like bitches only fuck for lust
So how the fuck you feel when I'm
On top and you're a fuckin' scrub

Real shit, fuck a deal shit
Bank went empty yeah like
Real place, she's lookin' real thick
I need a real trick
Real shit, you need a real grip
I need the real shit
Real shit, I'm on some real shit
I'm on some real shit thots
Man these girls are all up on my mind
I need some racks
Ten toes on the ground at all times
I do not relax people from my uni 'bout to
Know I make them tracks
It's been like six months now
I need six more around my back

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