Lyrics '23 - BLSM

Twenty-twenty three, and I still feel the same
Twenty-twenty three, still not fucking with no lame
Twenty-twenty three, these bitches not on my game
BLSM poppin' off lookin like a shooting range
Twenty-twenty three, and I still feel the same
Twenty-twenty three, still not fucking with no lame
Twenty-twenty three, these bitches not on my game
BLSM poppin' off lookin like a shooting range

Hoes recording
Get my angles right
I done grew up right up off that satellite
Only seventeen but I'm in your top three
Got the all pink on me like a blossom tree
I done paid my rent, paid my dues, paid my fees
I can't hear the bullshit please stop talking to me please
Face caked up
Baby don't put up a front
Why you all up in here acting like the only one?

Flexing up
Flexing up
Noodle arms I'm putting up
The law I don't abide
Rough just like a tide
Baby fresh like tide
Drink to feel alive
Trippin up
Send the flood
Baby pick a side
Flexing up
Flexing up
Noodle arms I'm putting up
The law I don't abide
Rough just like a tide
Baby fresh like tide
Drink to feel alive
Trippin up
Send the flood
Baby pick a side

Twenty-twenty three, and I still feel the same
Twenty-twenty three, still not fucking with no lame
Twenty-twenty three, these bitches not on my game
BLSM poppin' off lookin like a shooting range
Twenty-twenty three, and I still feel the same
Twenty-twenty three, still not fucking with no lame
Twenty-twenty three, these bitches not on my game
BLSM poppin' off lookin like a shooting range