Love, Drugs Etc - Brianna Perry

Yeah

Attention

Haha

BP the real bitches in the room

Respect

Woke up with a new demeanor, traded in my old Beamer

Condo next to the arena, VVS’s Aquafina (Water)

You don’t want the smoke, emphysema

Flexin' on these hoes, John Cena

Espadrille the toes, misdemeanor

Pockets lookin' dumb, call it Gina

Grandma said the grass ain’t greener

Fuck the word love, Ike and Tina

Burn the prenup, take him to the cleaners

See what happened to Brad and Angelina

Ayy, where you from?

(Where you from, nigga?)

Where would you claim?

Throw up your gang

Huffin apartments, Miami Gardens

No, we not the same

Say you doin' numbers, where the stash?

Say you streamin' records, where the plaques?

Say you movin' sacks, where the packs?

Hardest bitch to snap, that’s a fact

Eleventh grade, skippin' school to Saks

In the trap, bumpin' Marvin Sapp

Hundred bands inside the Apple Jacks

So what the fuck you plan to do with that?

(What you gon' do with that?)

I think I’m better without you (Shit, I know that)

Textin' back, «What that mouth do?»

(What this nigga want?)

He talkin' love, drugs, etcetera

But nigga we through, do what you do (Attention)

Crush up a Xan, crush up a Xan, crush up a Xanny

Crush up a Xan, crush up a Xan, crush up a Xanny

I don’t do love, I don’t do love, a day with the glove

Crush up a Xan, crush up a Xan, crush up a Xan

Hardest bitch in rap, that’s a fact (Bri)

Checkin' pussy hoes, that’s a pact

Say you fuckin' Bri, that’s cap

Knock the logo clean off your cap

Wish a nigga would in this bitch

Paid my dues, time to get rich

Hang C and mindin' my business

Hoes got me signin' they titties

I’m the Shawn Carter of my city

Never seen a gangster this pretty

What they wouldn’t do for this kitty

Made 'em walk on the moon for this kitty

They wanna know where I been at

Bitch, you so nosy, get out of my business

'Bout to call me up an Uber to Lenox

Nigga, don’t show it if you ain’t gon' spend it

Just got a warrant 'bout a ticket

Louis V make it and I’m in it

Yellow weave lookin' like lemon

Breakin' down the bands, John Lennon

Daddy bought my Pampers sellin' crack

90 babies, brought up in the trap

Slappin' bitches up, Warren Sapp

Now what the fuck you plan to do with that?

(Yeah)

I think I’m better without you (Shit, I know that)

Textin' back, «What that mouth do?»

(What this nigga want?)

He talkin' love, drugs, etcetera

But nigga we through, do what you do (Attention)

Crush up a Xan, crush up a Xan, crush up a Xanny

Crush up a Xan, crush up a Xan, crush up a Xanny

I don’t do love, I don’t do love, a day with the glove

Crush up a Xan, crush up a Xan, crush up a Xan

It’s Brianna

Shit is different now

I mean, look