B.n.B lyrics
by Casper TNG
Woo!
Everybody wanna be famous
Now I'm going up and they hate it
Now I'm going up and they hate it
b*tches and bottles, b*tches and bottles
b*tches and bottles, b*tches and bottles
b*tches and bottles, hit on a model
She know what I'm on, we ain't cuddling after
[?], she f*ck with the pastor
Turns out she was just f*cking with Casper
Two tone Glock and it's mixed like me
Drip like me, cuban link white tee
He died in the staircase I'm smoking on T
He died in the stu' and I'm smoking on C Sick
Everybody wanna be famous
Cold outside and she still gеtting naked
Still get naked, shе just wanna make it
[?] she just wanna shake it
Look at my life can't fake it
They blaming it on the matrix
Running through the 6ix like Drake did
I'm with [?] getting faded
In Peru signing titties I'm famous
If you're listening to this it's too late
I already hopped on that plane
I'm in the P and I put in that pain
I'm in the park and I'm making it rain
Stain gang chain hit it on a stain
Free J Money he gon' let it bang
Free 21 in the clip yeah it hang
Everybody wanna be balling
Lil' n*gga need to get taller
Had a big gun, had to get something smaller
You are my son, you are my toddler
My b*tch is a brat like I'm daughter
Her pus*y get wet like the water
My gun it stay hot like a sauna
You testing my gang you get slaughtered
Woo!
Everybody wanna be famous
Now I'm going up and they hate it
b*tches and bottles, b*tches and bottles
b*tches and bottles, b*tches and bottles
Everybody wanna be famous
Now they all know what my name is
b*tches and bottles, b*tches and bottles
b*tches and bottles, b*tches and bottles