BMS

Lyrics

[Intro, The Notebook] "You have like a two-second rebound rate and you're back doing the next pain in the ass thing So, what? So it's not gonna be easy, it's gonna be really hard. And we're gonna have to work at this everyday, but I wanna do that because I want you. I want all of you, forever. You and me. Everyday." [Chorus] You BMS baby you broke my scale, got damn fosho He got fake ass diamonds and fake ass racks, they just for show Imma pack this bowl, Imma rock the show Got em' mad I know, I've fuckin' all kinds of hoes [Verse] Had to tell him on the way to Rodeo Chilling outside with my fam, for real I won't turn around pop no damn pills You can turn around loose you're life with him This my swag its not for salе [?] Yes I'm doin' my shit with no other man Can't take my bеlt, I'm like bro come here Bitch tried to me, I'm sad as shit But it didn't work, so I went and got my bag up I can't go out sad, I'm not no twerp I had to go and get my racks up I got her callin' me sad, she standin' Disrespectful, Imma bust with no manners Dye my hair white like Colonel Sanders I'm in the trap with some lions and panthers [Chorus] You BMS baby you broke my scale, got damn fosho He got fake ass diamonds and fake ass racks, they just for show Imma pack this bowl, Imma rock the show Got em' mad I know, I've fuckin' all kinds of hoes You BMS baby you broke my scale, got damn fosho He got fake ass diamonds and fake ass racks, they just for show Imma pack this bowl, Imma rock the show Got em' mad I know, I've fuckin' all kinds of hoes