Artist: Lola Monroe
Song Title: B.B.
Hey yo chef, tell these bangers we the best for real
Hey yo gipsy, point out the next bitch for me to kill
Kill 'em all with the dildo
Fuck all these pussies, no deal, though
Let me introduce moi, see, I'm the coldest bitch to introduce y'all
To the coldest shit y'all into '
This big shit, we a big deal, this must've been how Big feel
Unstoppable, un-topable, this shit a breeze, my writing so tropical
Lead them suckers to the hoes, no popsicles
Here in DaVinci gowns and it ain't coppable

Yeah, she tailored up on some bad shit
Living like oh so fuck the car shit
Got that money and know she all in
Now you tell me who the boss bitch

Versace pieces come out in the summer
She be getting this bread but now these bitches want it
They talk about it but she really do it
Fuck that bullshit, she be always in the news
If you wanna bullshit, yeah, you gotta go
Show some courtesy, my nigga, yeah, that's Miss Monroe
'Bout that money, yeah, we ain't tripping, we make it now
Put that on the gang and I band, nigga, tailor that

Yeah, she tailored up on some bad shit
Living like oh so fuck the car shit
Got that money and know she all in
Now you tell me who the boss bitch

Hope you motherfuckers got your cash up
Yeah, it's very expensive, nigga
The conversation, just to get on the phone it's expensive, nigga
Yeah, nigga, cash

Yeah, she tailored up on some bad shit
Living like oh so fuck the car shit
Got that money and know she all in
Now you tell me who the boss bitch


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