BONNIE by bAbYbLaDe Lyrics
Yeah, got on this black dress
Yeah, I got a black Benz
Fuck off with that nonsense
I got buku money I need to blow
Baby, I’ll give you a show
I got cocaine, got some blow
I got diamonds, I want chains
Fuck it, I want some champagne
On my boots, got some bloodstains
All you think is that a play
My death's gonna be a play
"Romeo and Juliet,"
It just had to end that way
Standin’ ovation, go again
Story drilled into my brain
Got no card, bitch, I got bills
Got a bright pink diamond grill
Yeah, it's bitches that I kill
I just do it for the thrill
My chaser's is fuckin' pills
I ain't sick, but I am ill
PTSD and anxiety
Thats just how it fuckin' be
Make me happy, pop a bean
I take one, or two, or three
In my bloodstream
I'm drippy with the ice, bitch
Fuck Addy, I got ice, fridge
Keep it cold, 'cause I got bodies
Not in bed, my Maserati
Ain't no Clyde, 'cause I'm a Bonnie
Murder is my favorite hobby
Drop my pistol, snort some Molly
Yeah, I'm cocky, call me "Mommy"
I'm alone, ain't got no posse
Movin' quick, 'cause, bitch, I’m godly
Just to sleep, I take an oxy
Fuck it, you can be my Backstage Shawty
I’m distant ,so you don’t think you own me
I stay private, so you don’t know where I be
Skrrtin' around in my Maserati
Yeah, I ain't quiet, skrrtin' around
Y’all got my back, 'cause these streets be foul
I be hotboxing, I got that loud
Stop pushing' me, or you'll drop my crown
You can’t see me past these smoky clouds
The only thing fun is what’s not allowed
You fuckin' know what I be about
Yeah, I got a black Benz
Fuck off with that nonsense
I got buku money I need to blow
Baby, I’ll give you a show
I got cocaine, got some blow
I got diamonds, I want chains
Fuck it, I want some champagne
On my boots, got some bloodstains
All you think is that a play
My death's gonna be a play
"Romeo and Juliet,"
It just had to end that way
Standin’ ovation, go again
Story drilled into my brain
Got no card, bitch, I got bills
Got a bright pink diamond grill
Yeah, it's bitches that I kill
I just do it for the thrill
My chaser's is fuckin' pills
I ain't sick, but I am ill
PTSD and anxiety
Thats just how it fuckin' be
Make me happy, pop a bean
I take one, or two, or three
In my bloodstream
I'm drippy with the ice, bitch
Fuck Addy, I got ice, fridge
Keep it cold, 'cause I got bodies
Not in bed, my Maserati
Ain't no Clyde, 'cause I'm a Bonnie
Murder is my favorite hobby
Drop my pistol, snort some Molly
Yeah, I'm cocky, call me "Mommy"
I'm alone, ain't got no posse
Movin' quick, 'cause, bitch, I’m godly
Just to sleep, I take an oxy
Fuck it, you can be my Backstage Shawty
I’m distant ,so you don’t think you own me
I stay private, so you don’t know where I be
Skrrtin' around in my Maserati
Yeah, I ain't quiet, skrrtin' around
Y’all got my back, 'cause these streets be foul
I be hotboxing, I got that loud
Stop pushing' me, or you'll drop my crown
You can’t see me past these smoky clouds
The only thing fun is what’s not allowed
You fuckin' know what I be about