ฟังเพลงBon Appétit (Explicit)

Bon Appétit (Explicit) - Lola Brooke

Lyrics by：Shyniece Thomas/Derrick Gray

Composed by：Shyniece Thomas/Sharif Slater/Jordan Daine Lapping/Elijah Crawford/Derrick Gray

Produced by：Sharif 'Reefa' Slater/EJ Macc/JayLap

I ain't no crash-out dummy but I might crash out

Uh uh uh uh

Uh

I'm his lil' fine **** I'm his lil' crash out

Belt to a*s I get petty when I lash out

Sonning niggas I'm like welcome to your dad house

******* on them niggas pissed 'cause they assed out

It's hot outside and I'm lookin' like some heat

Treat Bottega like some Timbs pay attention to the feet

Sittin' pretty like a bad ***** ho have a seat

I'm here to feed the streets bon appétit

Uh I'm petite or whatever

Tryna cuff me Van Cleef it or better

What's a ***** wit' a Glock to a steppa?

I ain't never hesitant I be with whatever

Pull up with a knock it's me

Hola

Take it to the gun range toot it like a G

I'm a nightmare bad ***** of his dreams

Just left out the trench came back lookin' flee

Lookin' like candy **** ain't sweet

Ghetto and fancy ******* ain't me

If I was a nigga I would put it in your mouth

I ain't goin' back and forth with ******* trollin' from the couch

I'm his lil' fine **** I'm his lil' crash out

Belt to a*s I get petty when I lash out

Sonning niggas I'm like welcome to your dad house

Hello

******* on them niggas pissed 'cause they assed out

It's hot outside and I'm lookin' like some heat

Treat Bottega like some Timbs pay attention to the feet

Sittin' pretty like a bad ***** ho have a seat

I'm here to feed the streets bon appétit

I'll be damned if a ***** catch me lackin'

It'll never ever happen

They ain't on **** they just in the chat chattin'

When the p***y ain't trappin' these ******* start rappin'

No budget on the chain it's a hunnid a gem

Niggas run they mouth till I run into them

I be with the gang it's a hunnid of them

It be dozens of them you know my brothas are them yeah

You want a fine ***** yell it

That's your man can't be mine dick sell it

I'm his lil' demon but I'm angelic

Give a nigga hell and I can't help it

I'm his lil' fine **** I'm his lil' crash out

Belt to a*s I get petty when I lash out

Sonning niggas I'm like welcome to your dad house

Hello

******* on them niggas pissed 'cause they assed out

It's hot outside and I'm lookin' like some heat

Treat Bottega like some Timbs pay attention to the feet

Sittin' pretty like a bad ***** ho have a seat

I'm here to feed the streets bon appétit