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bbno$ – ​admit it Lyrics

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[Intro: bbno$]
Ay

[Chorus: bbno$]
Don’t wonder, is it better?
I’ll admit it
Car key under pressure
I’ll admit it
Oops, I changed the weather
I’ll admit it
Baby, eggroll, rollin up the payroll
Whatcha do?
Really ’bout my gouda a lot, a lot (What?)
Big butt, huh, fasho fasho
If you wanna scrap, pull up, pull up
Baby, eggroll, rollin up the payroll

[Verse 1: bbno$]
I’ma pipe it up, I’ma heat it up
I’ma let you do the [?], little buttercup
I ain’t take no risks, only drop them hits
Rockin with my [?] my girl really save my shit
Please say please, you rude bitch
When I speak it’s a sale pitch (Skrr)
Now I’m, uh, real rich
Maury Povich, now you under pressure
Diamonds never break, ’cause they real (Real)
[?] train tracks and now I got a deal
Mix blue and green, yeah, baby color teal
I got money now
Huh, I did it with ease
Every single time I smell your bullshit I sneeze
One, two, three, yeah, I know my ABC’s
W, X, Y, Z, yeah, suck on these
[Chorus: bbno$]
Don’t wonder, is it better?
I’ll admit it
Car key under pressure
I’ll admit it
Oops, I changed the weather
I’ll admit it
Baby, eggroll, rollin up the payroll
Whatcha do?
Really ’bout my gouda a lot, a lot (What?)
Big butt, huh, fasho fasho
If you wanna scrap, pull up, pull up
Baby, eggroll, rollin’ up the payroll

[Verse 2: TrippyThaKid]
Tummy kinda hurtin, ’bout to kill it like a murder
Dippin while I’m sippin, I’m wishin I’m Timmy Turner
Turn up, [?] your bitch and baby no bucks
Hold up, team always eatin, you gettin no lunch
Hold up, lookin at the sky, glide
You be hella down, but like, I’m fine
Pussy motherfucker, got nine lives
Phone lookin [?], uh, nine, nine
‘Bout to be [?], uh
Always be havin it up
Motherfuckers takin but they never did nothin before
Trippy been goin on tour
Drunk as a fish on the floor
Higher than medical gas, takin me straight to the morgue
I’m a dead man walking, gettin too drunk
Puttin holes in the apartment
Homie so pissed at the [?], but I’m sorry
Uh, I’ll admit it, I’ll admit it, I’ll admit it, I’m gone
[Chorus: bbno$]
Don’t wonder, is it better?
I’ll admit it
Car key under pressure
I’ll admit it
Oops, I changed the weather
I’ll admit it
Baby, eggroll, rollin up the payroll
Whatcha do?
Really ’bout my gouda a lot, a lot (What?)
Big butt, huh, fasho fasho
If you wanna scrap, pull up, pull up
Baby, eggroll, rollin’ up the payroll