Yea
It's Beazzy
King cash in the booth let's get it
Yea
Yea
Yea
Ayyeee
Ayyeee
Ayyee
Let's go
Ayye
Aye
Got your main bitch on Snapchat
That's how I make all the niggas mad
Got your main bitch on Snapchat
And she popping it for the cash
Got your main bitch she on my line
Got your side bitch she on my line
Got your main bitch she on my line
Got your side bitch she on my line
Got your main bitch on Snapchat
That's how I make all the niggas mad
Got your main bitch on Snapchat
And she popping it for the cash
Got your main bitch she on my line
Got your side bitch she on my line
Got your main bitch she on my line
Got your side bitch she on my line
Walk up in the spot they all in my face
Designer my watch, designer my shades
All my niggas real we don't do fake
All nuggets, we don't do the shake
Hit her with the Ike, bitch eat the cake
All the redbones makes something shake
Beazzy and king we're like josh and drake
Damn why I do em like that
Damn watch me hit my dab
Designer pants I let them sag
Walked in and f*cked up a check
Real niggas just give me respect
Smoke too much loud, I think I'm deaf
Got the bitches just like Hugh hef
Best believe they DTF
Loyal bitches they do it the best
Loyal bitches yea they do it the best
When she snapping her man then you know who is next
Then She peeped my two cup bloody dubby the high tech
Chandelier on my wrist not talking Rolex
Smoking that good gas I'm talking about bow flex
Find her friend on Snapchat, boutta hit her next
Hit her from the back, got her shaking like turrets
Bet that bitch don't know my name
Boot up king made her pop a bean
Pull up in masi, I flex on your scene
Diamonds dancing on my wrist yea they bling
When I f*ck on that bitch
I put her on the ghost with the yellow thing
Got your main bitch on Snapchat
That's how I make all the niggas mad
Got your main bitch on Snapchat
And she popping it for the cash
Got your main bitch she on my line
Got your side bitch she on my line
Got your main bitch she on my line
Got your side bitch she on my line
Got your main bitch on Snapchat
That's how I make all the niggas mad
Got your main bitch on Snapchat
And she popping it for the cash
Got your main bitch she on my line
Got your side bitch she on my line
Got your main bitch she on my line
Got your side bitch she on my line
Beazzy - On My Line (feat. KURS30) Lyrics
Beazzy - On My Line (feat. KURS30) Lyrics
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English
Yea
It's Beazzy
King cash in the booth let's get it
Yea
Yea
Yea
Ayyeee
Ayyeee
Ayyee
Let's go
Ayye
Aye
Got your main bitch on Snapchat
That's how I make all the niggas mad
Got your main bitch on Snapchat
And she popping it for the cash
Got your main bitch she on my line
Got your side bitch she on my line
Got your main bitch she on my line
Got your side bitch she on my line
Got your main bitch on Snapchat
That's how I make all the niggas mad
Got your main bitch on Snapchat
And she popping it for the cash
Got your main bitch she on my line
Got your side bitch she on my line
Got your main bitch she on my line
Got your side bitch she on my line
Walk up in the spot they all in my face
Designer my watch, designer my shades
All my niggas real we don't do fake
All nuggets, we don't do the shake
Hit her with the Ike, bitch eat the cake
All the redbones makes something shake
Beazzy and king we're like josh and drake
Damn why I do em like that
Damn watch me hit my dab
Designer pants I let them sag
Walked in and f*cked up a check
Real niggas just give me respect
Smoke too much loud, I think I'm deaf
Got the bitches just like Hugh hef
Best believe they DTF
Loyal bitches they do it the best
Loyal bitches yea they do it the best
When she snapping her man then you know who is next
Then She peeped my two cup bloody dubby the high tech
Chandelier on my wrist not talking Rolex
Smoking that good gas I'm talking about bow flex
Find her friend on Snapchat, boutta hit her next
Hit her from the back, got her shaking like turrets
Bet that bitch don't know my name
Boot up king made her pop a bean
Pull up in masi, I flex on your scene
Diamonds dancing on my wrist yea they bling
When I f*ck on that bitch
I put her on the ghost with the yellow thing
Got your main bitch on Snapchat
That's how I make all the niggas mad
Got your main bitch on Snapchat
And she popping it for the cash
Got your main bitch she on my line
Got your side bitch she on my line
Got your main bitch she on my line
Got your side bitch she on my line
Got your main bitch on Snapchat
That's how I make all the niggas mad
Got your main bitch on Snapchat
And she popping it for the cash
Got your main bitch she on my line
Got your side bitch she on my line
Got your main bitch she on my line
Got your side bitch she on my line
It's Beazzy
King cash in the booth let's get it
Yea
Yea
Yea
Ayyeee
Ayyeee
Ayyee
Let's go
Ayye
Aye
Got your main bitch on Snapchat
That's how I make all the niggas mad
Got your main bitch on Snapchat
And she popping it for the cash
Got your main bitch she on my line
Got your side bitch she on my line
Got your main bitch she on my line
Got your side bitch she on my line
Got your main bitch on Snapchat
That's how I make all the niggas mad
Got your main bitch on Snapchat
And she popping it for the cash
Got your main bitch she on my line
Got your side bitch she on my line
Got your main bitch she on my line
Got your side bitch she on my line
Walk up in the spot they all in my face
Designer my watch, designer my shades
All my niggas real we don't do fake
All nuggets, we don't do the shake
Hit her with the Ike, bitch eat the cake
All the redbones makes something shake
Beazzy and king we're like josh and drake
Damn why I do em like that
Damn watch me hit my dab
Designer pants I let them sag
Walked in and f*cked up a check
Real niggas just give me respect
Smoke too much loud, I think I'm deaf
Got the bitches just like Hugh hef
Best believe they DTF
Loyal bitches they do it the best
Loyal bitches yea they do it the best
When she snapping her man then you know who is next
Then She peeped my two cup bloody dubby the high tech
Chandelier on my wrist not talking Rolex
Smoking that good gas I'm talking about bow flex
Find her friend on Snapchat, boutta hit her next
Hit her from the back, got her shaking like turrets
Bet that bitch don't know my name
Boot up king made her pop a bean
Pull up in masi, I flex on your scene
Diamonds dancing on my wrist yea they bling
When I f*ck on that bitch
I put her on the ghost with the yellow thing
Got your main bitch on Snapchat
That's how I make all the niggas mad
Got your main bitch on Snapchat
And she popping it for the cash
Got your main bitch she on my line
Got your side bitch she on my line
Got your main bitch she on my line
Got your side bitch she on my line
Got your main bitch on Snapchat
That's how I make all the niggas mad
Got your main bitch on Snapchat
And she popping it for the cash
Got your main bitch she on my line
Got your side bitch she on my line
Got your main bitch she on my line
Got your side bitch she on my line
Writer: Matthew Bea
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid