Bbno$ - cheerios lyrics
bbno$ [Alexander Leon Gumuchian] Vancouver, British Columbia, Canada 🇨🇦
[Bbno$ - cheerios lyrics]
Uh, bbno$ uh, uh, bbno$
Hoe! Uh, uh, bbno$
Woah! Not Cheerios but I nut in your honey
Look at my wrist and you
Know it's straight money ooh, ain't funny
Ooh, shut the fuck up
There ain't no difference between me and you
I'm boomin' in the coupe, sippin' off a soup
Double up I think I'm gonna do
Shine my gold 'cus I got something
That your hallowed on my tooth
I'm always scheming in the booth, booth
Never going to shoo shoo, lifting up her tutu
Fuck with me in Blues Clues
Play with me and you lose
I'm at your mommas house so take up
All the opportunities to play with you
My bitch might dunk on your
Bitch 'cus she six foot
Pull up in the fur coat
Lookin' like I'm bigfoot
And I got the ice upon my
Wrist so I get looks
Gravy in the kitchen, now you pull up
You gon' get cooked
If you want the Baby Gravy, we gonna supply
Saw the look in the eyes yeah
Buns like Kaiser baby Gravy
Course we know she needs an appetizer
Ice be dripping so much I
Think we hypnotize her
Hypnotizer, booty scuba diver
Gravy splash on ya bitch then I high five her
Baby the supplier, pants on fire
Gas in my pockets and Versace on my visor
Teenie tiny rocks up on my teeth
I gotta shine
I gotta floss, I'm sippin' Voss
Your girl stuck to me just like moshy
On my waist just like a gloshy get me sloppy
Need a mop i'm 'bout my business
Busy signing checks to take me
Out of all the debt
Bitches debt, steaming to your head
Take your mama on a moped
Gravy posted in your bitches bed
Bed spread and a Snuggie
Gravy on the beat make your
Mama do the dougie gravy so young
You might catch me in the Huggies
Booster seat, road head, Volkswagen buggy
Boy you ugly, scrubby, sauce with the chutney
Run up on a bitch like
I'm playing fuckin' rugby
I don't do clans 'cus I'm
Really with the shit
You boys a pussy boy you better
Drop the ?, girl give me ? Rolly on my wrist
I don't know which I wanna wife
I got the rolly on my right
I swipe your bitch just for one night, ay
Money low, gotta get it up, it's a pep talk
Cole slaw, mail gang
Bitch I let my chain swang
Gritty gang, dirty words, clean club, lean
Stunt gang, first name, booty with my gang
(baby)
Aye, you don't get it
You really don't get it, you know
Gravy and I, we the Baby Gravy
And all these girls out here in the world
Tryin' to find their Baby Gravy
But you know one thing? We ain't gon' supply
Hoe! Uh, uh, bbno$
Woah! Not Cheerios but I nut in your honey
Look at my wrist and you
Know it's straight money ooh, ain't funny
Ooh, shut the fuck up
There ain't no difference between me and you
I'm boomin' in the coupe, sippin' off a soup
Double up I think I'm gonna do
Shine my gold 'cus I got something
That your hallowed on my tooth
I'm always scheming in the booth, booth
Never going to shoo shoo, lifting up her tutu
Fuck with me in Blues Clues
Play with me and you lose
I'm at your mommas house so take up
All the opportunities to play with you
My bitch might dunk on your
Bitch 'cus she six foot
Pull up in the fur coat
Lookin' like I'm bigfoot
And I got the ice upon my
Wrist so I get looks
Gravy in the kitchen, now you pull up
You gon' get cooked
If you want the Baby Gravy, we gonna supply
Saw the look in the eyes yeah
Buns like Kaiser baby Gravy
Course we know she needs an appetizer
Ice be dripping so much I
Think we hypnotize her
Hypnotizer, booty scuba diver
Gravy splash on ya bitch then I high five her
Baby the supplier, pants on fire
Gas in my pockets and Versace on my visor
Teenie tiny rocks up on my teeth
I gotta shine
I gotta floss, I'm sippin' Voss
Your girl stuck to me just like moshy
On my waist just like a gloshy get me sloppy
Need a mop i'm 'bout my business
Busy signing checks to take me
Out of all the debt
Bitches debt, steaming to your head
Take your mama on a moped
Gravy posted in your bitches bed
Bed spread and a Snuggie
Gravy on the beat make your
Mama do the dougie gravy so young
You might catch me in the Huggies
Booster seat, road head, Volkswagen buggy
Boy you ugly, scrubby, sauce with the chutney
Run up on a bitch like
I'm playing fuckin' rugby
I don't do clans 'cus I'm
Really with the shit
You boys a pussy boy you better
Drop the ?, girl give me ? Rolly on my wrist
I don't know which I wanna wife
I got the rolly on my right
I swipe your bitch just for one night, ay
Money low, gotta get it up, it's a pep talk
Cole slaw, mail gang
Bitch I let my chain swang
Gritty gang, dirty words, clean club, lean
Stunt gang, first name, booty with my gang
(baby)
Aye, you don't get it
You really don't get it, you know
Gravy and I, we the Baby Gravy
And all these girls out here in the world
Tryin' to find their Baby Gravy
But you know one thing? We ain't gon' supply