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Kris Wu – B.M lyrics




Below are the complete “B.M” lyrics by Kris Wu displayed. These lyrics were added November 27, 2017.

B.M lyrics

[Verse 1]
E.S.T 5.6
We been on it ever since
The London bridge didn’t fall on this
Cuz the sh*t we wear was too flame
Never miss designed for sure cultured
The minds of greats un-altered
Define the rights dream about skies
Paint a perfect montage on summer nights
Trenched down head to toe
Laced out high to low
Parfumed yea you know
Cosmetics for the show
Check the tape, operator
This pattern needs to co-operate
Too flex on haymaker I’m tailor made punctuate
Yea I’m tailor made Burberry made

[Chorus]
Flex on ya yay yay
I’m Burberry made
High fashion ain’t cheat
Draped down to my feet
Flex on ya yay yay
I’m Burberry made
High fashion ain’t cheat
Draped down to my feet

[Verse 2]
Cameras flashing’
Lights, action
No collaboration
No elaboration
Walkway that’s always my stage
I’m the king check yo queen
Checkmate
Shades on days, yea
Askin’ my name yea
Fly as hell on nights got game, yea
Clean out, two tone, we moving’ on
Lean on, red zone, we moving’ on
No doubt, lights out, till the dawn
Night in, night out, Dom Perignon
Yea uh jump in my rolls
Yea uh check on my clothes
Yea uh cash and the o’s
Yea uh I just might buy you a rose

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[Bridge]
Flex on ya yay yay
I’m Burberry made
High fashion ain’t cheat
Draped down to my feet

Flex on ya yay yay
I’m Burberry made
High fashion ain’t cheat
Draped down to my feet

[Chorus]
Flex on ya yay yay
I’m Burberry made
High fashion ain’t cheat
Draped down to my feet

Flex on ya yay yay
I’m Burberry made
High fashion ain’t cheat
Draped down to my feet

Flex on ya yay yay
I’m Burberry made
High fashion ain’t cheat
Draped down to my feet




Shy Glizzy – Get It Again Lyrics




[Intro: Shy Glizzy]
Hey
Young Jefe
Cardo got wings
Fuck it up, get it again

[Chorus: Shy Glizzy]
My mind it be stuck on that cash
If I love you, I’ll give you my last
Hundreds and fifties is hitting the stash
Twenties and tens, we blow that shit fast
Fuck it up, get it again
Fuck it up, get it again
Fuck it up, get it again
We fuck it up, fuck it up, get it again
I’m here to make money, not friends
I fell in love with the blue on them bands
I like to thumb through a check with my friends
For all of this money, committed some sins
Fuck it up, get it again (yeah)
Fuck it up, get it again (fuck it up)
Fuck it up, get it again
We fuck it up, fuck it up, get it again, yeah

[Verse 1: Shy Glizzy]
She wanna fuck with a boss
She cannot kick it with him
She wanna fuck a big dog
I told her okay lil baby I’m him
Me and my niggas we ballin’
Fuck around, cut the net off of the rim (swish)
I fuck around, fuck her again (yeah)
Then I fuck around, fuck on her friends
They like who is them niggas right there?
I see all of them dressed in Monclers
I spent twenty bands on my ears (bling bling)
Goddamnit this shit is unfair (goddamn, goddamn)
Play with me nigga, I dare
I highly advise you to stay over there
Got your lil bitch and another lil bitch and they all in my bed
We layin’ on the spread
I am the Louboutin don
I’m passing my swag to my son
Big booty bitch on my arm
She papi can we go to Milan?
I took that bitch to Miami
Yeah and we stayed at The One
We had to live up on Sunday
I fucked that bitch off the Dom Perignon, uh

[Chorus: Shy Glizzy]
My mind it be stuck on that cash
If I love you, I’ll give you my last
Hundreds and fifties is hitting the stash
Twenties and tens, we blow that shit fast
Fuck it up, get it again
Fuck it up, get it again
Fuck it up, get it again
We fuck it up, fuck it up, get it again
I’m here to make money, not friends
I fell in love with the blue on them bands
I like to thumb through a check with my friends
For all of this money, committed some sins
Fuck it up, get it again (yeah)
Fuck it up, get it again (fuck it up)
Fuck it up, get it again
We fuck it up, fuck it up, get it again, yeah

[Verse 2: Dave East]
I fell in love with the seats in the Wraith
My lawyer Jewish, I’m beating my case
Hundreds and fifties, we keeping it safe
You say you got pistols, I need ’em today
I don’t feel safe if I ain’t got a pipe
My homie just called me, they just gave him life
I’m tryna give 50K to his lawyer
I hope they appeal that shit like shakin’ dice
Fuck up a check when I run up in Saks
My bitch got my name tatted right on her ass
I used to bag up, go right to the ave
I ain’t have no whip, I got right in the cab
Goin’ for nothing, know I’m with the shit
I like to match up my gun with my fit
Shout out to Glizzy, know I got that glizzy
Got so many diamonds I look like a lick
So many bitches I look like a pimp
We ordering lobster, don’t forget the shrimp
Foreign, I gotta five percent the tint
Every day prayin’, lord forgive my sins
Young nigga risk it all for a Benz
Ain’t got no pal, I’m goin’ to the pen
Baggin’ the powder, blow it in the wind
I’m gon’ get dollars, know I’m ’bout to spend
I gotta get money

[Chorus: Shy Glizzy]
My mind it be stuck on that cash
If I love you, I’ll give you my last
Hundreds and fifties is hitting the stash
Twenties and tens, we blow that shit fast
Fuck it up, get it again
Fuck it up, get it again
Fuck it up, get it again
We fuck it up, fuck it up, get it again
I’m here to make money, not friends
I fell in love with the blue on them bands
I like to thumb through a check with my friends
For all of this money, committed some sins
Fuck it up, get it again (yeah)
Fuck it up, get it again (fuck it up)
Fuck it up, get it again
We fuck it up, fuck it up, get it again, yeah


Chris Brown – Fuck Who You Came With Lyrics


[Bridge: Chris Brown]
I ball out, finna ball out
Been on my shit when you call out
I been on this since the 8th grade
I got an actress and a Play mate
See you wanna ride with me baby
In the 6 splashin’ up full of models
Got your best friends I’ma keep
‘Cause they know I’ma lead and they’ll follow
Yeah, back with some bottoms up
I’m a realest nigga, no actor
When he throw the bag, I’m a factor
Hey woah

[Hook: Chris Brown]
Their partners, they warned me, they told me
Let’s take it slowly, start act up on me
Don’t care who you with
You gon’ end in my bed
So fuck who you came with
Fuck who you came with, oh

[Verse 2: Luvaboy TJ]
Better call out, we finna ball out
Woof, woof, I’ma bring all my dogs out
Luvaboy TJ, Luva the rocker
Your bitch courtside already, yeah I fucked her
Fuck who you came with, you, I share my name with
Overseas pussy, came outta it talkin’ Spanglish
Ball out on you, this is no NBA shit
Constipated face on these haters ’cause they ain’t shit
We lit by the way, don’t give a fuck what they say
OHB, came with the mob, we gon’ party until tomorrow
Girl, connected, got that Wi-Fi
Let me beat it, beat it, beat it like pinata, clap that after
We celebratin’ with Dom Perignon
One conversation then we carry on
Private jets with no carry on
Pour up, roll up the Amazon

[Bridge: Chris Brown]
I ball out, finna ball out
Been on my shit when you call out
I been on this since the 8th grade
I got an actress and a Play mate
See you wanna ride with me baby
In the 6 splashin’ up full of models
Got your best friends I’ma keep
‘Cause they know I’ma lead and they’ll follow
Yeah, back with some bottoms up
I’m a realest nigga, no actor
When he throw the bag, I’m a factor
Hey woah

[Hook: Chris Brown & Ray J]
Their partners, they warned me, they told me
Let’s take it slowly, start act up on me
Don’t care who you with
You gon’ end in my bed
So fuck who you came with
Fuck who you came with, oh

[Verse 3: Ray J]
I ball out, I call out
Fuckin’ bitches since the 8th grade
I pull up in that new gang
Bad bitches in the Mulsanne
I know you already been, babe
Young niggas came, now who bang?
And I don’t give a fuck who came
Let’s pourin’ up the sign gang
Oh, you know I fuck actresses and Playmates
Niggas fuckin’ bad bitches from the 1st grade
All the boss bitches that’s friendly
And all my pretty bitches with they Bentley
Yeah, I might throw some money up
I’m a realest nigga, no actor
And boss bitches know what we talkin’ ’bout
Where a nigga’s worth it, come after

[Bridge: Chris Brown]
I ball out, finna ball out
Been on my shit when you call out
I been on this since the 8th grade
I got an actress and a Play mate
See you wanna ride with me baby
In the 6 splashin’ up full of models
Got your best friends I’ma keep
‘Cause they know I’ma lead and they’ll follow
Yeah, back with some bottoms up
I’m a realest nigga, no actor
When he throw the bag, I’m a factor
Hey woah

[Hook: Chris Brown]
Their partners, they warned me, they told me
Let’s take it slowly, start act up on me
Don’t care who you with
You gon’ end in my bed
So fuck who you came with
Fuck who you came with, oh


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