BB King Freestyle Song Lyrics (Lil Wayne feat Drake) – Download Free Lyrics PDF & Ringtone Here

BB King Freestyle Lyrics Song is the latest English song Sung by Lil Wayne feat Drake. BB King Freestyle song lyrics are Given by DJ Khaled, Drake & Lil Wayne and This song was released on the official youtube channel Lil Wayne. Here One can find BB King Freestyle Song Lyrics Pdf in French, Spanish & English. Download BB King Freestyle Song Ringtone, BB King Freestyle Song Mp3 Download.

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Song Title BB King Freestyle
Singer Lil Wayne feat Drake
Lyricist DJ Khaled, Drake & Lil Wayne
Release date November 27, 2020
Music Label Lil Wayne

BB King Freestyle Song Lyrics By Lil Wayne feat Drake:

Let’s go
Ayy, the blues is now kickin’ and dinner is three Michelin
I don’t eat red meat, but still got beef sizzlin’
Know that I need discipline
I keep singin’ for all these hoes, they keep listenin’
Niggas love to bro up with the boy and dap fists
But we R not equivalent, dawg
I been an only child, don’t need siblings
And I’m past them like the times that he’s livin’ in, okay
Man, if U saw what I flew here, U be like “He’s sickenin'”
If U not runnin’ some top, we not gon’ keep kickin’ it—

No Ceilings 3
Lil Wayne and Drake, let’s go

Ayy, the blues is now kickin’ and dinner is three Michelin
I don’t еat red meat, but still got beef sizzlin’
Know that I need discipline
I keep singin’ for all thеse hoes, they keep listenin’
Niggas love to bro up with the boy and dap fists
But we R not equivalent, dawg
I been an only child, don’t need siblings
And I’m past them like the times that he’s livin’ in, okay
Man, if U saw what I flew here, U be like “He’s sickenin'”
If U not runnin’ some top, we not gon’ keep kickin’ it
Classics I keep scribblin’, lights in the Universal building just keep flickerin’
Money just keep comin’ in
U would think I’m Irish the way that it stays doublin’
I could feed a country with the tax that I pay governments
Whatever they’re doin’ with Mi cash is very troublin’
Okay, February came around, I used to get paid shovelin’
Sold clothes, walked dogs, trust me, I stay hustlin’
When it came to school, there’s no way that I’m A-plus’n it
So I just dropped out of it, trust me, I’m not proud of it
Niggas get too comfy in they spot, they get knocked out of it
Niggas get a gun just so they can make props out of it
Shawty make a scene in the house, she get locked out of it
Yeah, U not ’bout to be chillin’ in this bitch with kicked feet up
I’ma make U bounce out this ho, like Big Freedia
Pete O. used to throw a purple tint on a two liter
First private plane I ever rode was a eight-seater
Before that, I got the bedroom hot with the space heater
On top of that, I didn’t have shit to Mi name either, that’s real
But now I’m givin’ house tours ’til it’s back to world tours
Play that “Mask Off” when they find the real cure
I might not be good for her, but I’m real to her
Got no time for her, but give Richard Mille to her
That’s the only way I know how to express love
Mi dawgs love sticks and drums like they Questlove
All them jokes about Aubrey they got me messed up, for real
I come with a lot of complications inside me
It’s always people misleadin’ me that R tryna guide me
Everyone wants to try me, but no ones wants to buy me
Everyone wants to meet me, but no one wants to keep me
Everyone talkin’ lemons when everything is peachy
Everyone got they hands out, and it ain’t to reach me

Mhm, mhm
Everyone got they glass out, let’s drink to Weezy
Every nigga that stare me down just came to see me
Choppin’ up a lil’ cash cow, that’s steak I’m eatin’
Check deposits, high-risers with extra closets
The sex platonic, I talk intelligent, text Ebonics
The electronic guitars whinin’, that’s just Nirvana
TomMi gun on the counter I call it Mr. Thomas
That’ll keep niggas honest
I’m dozin’ off in the driver seat ’cause the seat give massages
That’s some more point money, these numbers too steep for commas
I’m eye to eye with niggas, I can’t help but to see beyond them
Got a two-seater problem
Niggas thinkin’ they cold, I knock the flu-season out them
Bitches forget they hoes, and that’s when Tunechi remind them
I used to fuck Gucci models, I’m fuckin’ Gucci designers
I keep it 2-G regardless, I’m gettin’ too deep for divers
Let me resurface, I’m flexin’ on purpose
She especially curvy, bet she be servin’ every purpose
Perfect, I’m better than perfect, I’m sick, I need to see a medical person
Eatin’ all of these rappers with these edible verses
All I gotta be is all that I can possibly
She really, really into me, then suck it all up out of me
I’m proud of me, I don’t know how to be sorry, apologies
U fuckin’ with Mi math, U better know some trigonometry
‘Cause I’ma be bustin’, leave your Lima bean at your mama feet
I flip the econoMi like Dominique Dawes
They say I’m trippin’, I guess they wishin’ I finally fall
I don’t need war, I need a bitch that know I’ma need yours
I’ma need more, niggas is shifty like Honda Accords
Fire alarm, ain’t got no ceilings, we climbin’ the walls
Higher than yours, I fuck your bitch and she die in Mi arms
Lion has roared, No Ceilings 3 with Mi mind on the fourth
Holla at your boy

This that BB King, Lil Wayne featuring Drake
Classic shit (DJ Khaled)
No Ceilings 3, Lil Wayne! (Lil Wayne!)

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