corrija a letra Letra BMW (French The Kid, MIST, Bugzy Malone Remix) por Bugzy Malone

Featuring(s) : French The Kid, MIST, Bugzy Malone Remix

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Its the morning, I'm still wasted
Still pouring the drink at basic
I met a baddie at the club tryna' taste it
Face it, we was getting baddies on a day shift
We was running round town on a mad one
Now we got a mad gun boom get a lad gone
Had a girl on my side but she never really tried
Why the f**k would I care G it's mad long
She be bellin' up my line all day
I don"t care"cos she love the way it feels
I can see it from a mile away (Mile away)
Darling we getting drunk tonight for real
I fill my gla**, she fills a gla**
We back the shot feeling good (Feeling good)
She ain't nothing like these hoes and
(Yeah yeah yeah) She got me on
My toes and I feel like the way I should
I am the richest dreamer
Side ways in beemers in Fila
Drinking steamers, taking the p*ss like I'm waving my weaner
Have a straightner, I'm a geezer
I don't care if your girl is a keeper I'Il steal her
Turn her around like Tina
I'm leaning (Woah), like the Tower of Pisa
I'm old school like Bacardi Breezers (Like the Breezers)
Yeah I proved you wrong like f**k all my teachers (F**k 'em)
I'm old school like Bacardi Breezers
Yeah I proved you wrong like f**k all my teachers

Yo she a diva not a keeper
Yo tell her come jump in the beemer
No I don't want to fight for no reason
Yo I gonna lie girl I feel ya
Yo she made me go so crazy
Yo she got my heartbeat racing
Yo why you wanna act fugazi
Yo you ain't nothing like these ladies
Yo you ain't nothing like these hoes
Yo you been living this life before
Yo I don't wanna fight no more
Yo when I'm with the guys on tour
Yo I raise the roof when I step in
Hit casino, get the bets in (Yo)
We be D low when we texting (Bugzy Malone)
Yo she ain't no fool to be messed with
She's cold like she caught a fever
And she's clued up, Wikipedia
In my darkest times when I need her
She's on the front line, she's a leader
This track's all over the gaff and the remix is a cla**ic like a Reebok
If I snap and I lose my temper
She keeps be balanced out like a Libra
The one bedroom flat we lived in
The weed was stinking out the kitchen
I've never met nobody else like you I think your totally different
It's a mazzalina
Why don't you jump in my beemer? Yeah

I'm in the club f**ked she don't wanna go yard
I got my funds up I been tryna' go hard
Got ma guns up everytime we roll out
I'm all bunged up I ain't tryna' slow down
Goose in ma rider, can't take a night off
Imma write off someone tell me put the mic on
I'm an icon and I do what I want
She my wife now take her to the islands
I'm an icon and I do what I want
She my wife now take her to the islands
Girl I think that I'm in love with you
Jump in the back of this BMW
M sports seats make you feel comfortable
Those blue eyes make you look wonderful
F**k these, you're mine, you ain't number 2
Lets fly out put blue seas under you
I make time when I got stuff to do
I like you girl do you like me too

She a Barbie girl, not a party girl
I ain't gonna lie, if I pull up outside all eyes on her
She make me go so crazy, she got me lost for words
She don't wanna tell no lies, good vibes when I ride with her
I'm a different man, now the tables turned
Yo girl lets roll out, Im'ma fly round
Pick you up, somewhere nice we can dine out
Hit the club get drunk, we can while out
Good vibes, good times, what life's bout
Jump in the beemer you're mine for the weekend
Yo we can live life with a meaning
Yo you ain't got to hide what your feeling
Yo you ain't got to lie when you're speaking

Humble father, please forgive her
I spend one day, she gon' listen
She don't practice what she preach
She told me that she gon' leave
Schitz and mental, she so jealous
That's my girl, my Cinderella
Write the diaries like together
She make my life so much better

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