Bulma lyrics

[Intro]:
Mommy you’re so cute! Hehe!
Say it one more time…
Mommy you’re so cute!

[Verse 1]:
Chase a n*gga, who for what
Leave a n*gga, bust a nut
Break a n*gga pockets if he guapping - don’t know who to trust
Thick as f*ck, I back it up
I’m spazzing, b*tch I’m acting up
I call your baby daddy my lil daddy, hoe you mad, for what?
Speaking on my name will get you touched, my pistol love to f*ck
Eating ‘bout my cake, I’m tryna get it just to f*ck it up
He only over here cause he say yo’ pus*y don’t do enough
I pray for your peace when I’m on top of him… I know it’s rough
Tats all on my face, my baby lick it, he like how I taste
Better than a model , I’m a goddess, b*tch I break the bank
You ain’t gotta like me, we ain’t acting like yo’ sh*t don’t stank
I do what you can’t, b*tch you a loser, imma make it crank
Spending all your money tryna be like me, I’m me for free
Spit all on his di*k, look in his eyes, yo’ n*gga stuck with me
I told you stupid b*tches not to f*ck with me - I levelled up
Know you hate to see me bossing up but I don’t give a f*ck

[Hook] (x2):
Lipstick, thighs thick, badder than that Bulma b*tch
Double D, them heavy tits, I bend it over, make your rent
[Verse 2]:
Pay me if you wanna waste my time, I won’t complain as much
Hit me when your girlfriend leave, she boring, I just wanna f*ck
You ain’t even gotta see the crib, I'll f*ck you in the truck
I’m a sl*t forever, you ain’t gang if you can’t make me nut
I don’t beef with b*tches, I prefer my beef with broccoli
But you a f*cking fool if you think imma let you sh*t on me
I’m super duper clean, you in-between, I’m headed to the green
They envy me, my mini me’s be everywhere you wanna be
Gold all on my necklace
Eat a loser b*tch for breakfast
Titties bout as big as texas
Molly got me acting reckless
I walk in I’m snatching wigs and I ain’t gotta break a sweat
I been getting extra paid so I need all of that respect (b*tch)
I don’t got no time to chill, I got a bill, I got a bank
I gotta roll it up, it stank
I gotta level up my rank
Tryna run off on you b*tches like my stomach balling up
Tryna p*ss these n*ggas off
I’m cran moscato, double cup b*tch!

[Hook] (x2):
Lipstick, thighs thick, badder than that Bulma b*tch
Double D, them heavy tits, I bend it over, make your rent
[Outro]:
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