Return of the Bgirl Songtext
von Masia One

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Hah
Return of the B-Girl
Wildstyle, rocking it
Hah
Rock, rocking it on

How we do when we hanging on the low right?
Blunt, on the lips, honey drippin′ off the dough right?
Hands itchy on the jiffy
So we roll
Tagging off the bench like we just spent last night
Black books right, M to the One right
Come snitch wanna come test
Champion I!
Don't lie, know you′re watching me
Dilly in hand, just beating like a teething ring
Shiiiiiit


Done it I did
Round the world again travel with a pad and a pen
These days on the plane catch play from a tan
My time again, wait no time for a man, so?
If you wanna roll
Then act grown don't hate on a woman knows
Wait on a broken nose
Don't kiss first date only heaven knows
Follow our mistakes to the grave if we never grow
Kid got that cake, how she eat it too
Never need a break, cat naps quarter two
Holler round the way
Hand daps
Bamboos rollin′ with some females deep no more bug-a-boo

Easy, easy, easy, easy - I make it look, I make it look good
Easy, easy, easy, easy - I make it look so good
Easy, easy, easy, easy - I make it look, I make it look good
Easy, easy, easy, easy - I make it look so good

Return of the Bgirl smashing it, passionate
Rockin′ with the nastiness
Ready throw it down, not the fashion tip
Ready grind hustle now you cashing in
You're so extra kid, point dexter rich
Now you running on a roll style extra bit
Go stun and slow your role, no friendster kid
How I bun and bare my soul on some gangster shit, Ha


If you wanna run around, run around me
Head nod, oh god, rude up on the sound see
How the giddy get down, get loud b
Done with all these clowns
Yes, Men on a hype scene
Jet set on a pipe dream feeling it
Chicks wet, dipset, thugs dealing R&B
I′m bugged for the love, not the industry
Dust! Who need money? He said many many money yo!

Fire start, fire burn, fire come and go
Fire in her veins, ill change let the people know
Damage on the train, change pace turn it slow
Back up in the race, that dame let the people know
I make it look easy, make it look fresh
Make it look bold cause I'm one of the best
Make it be gangster, make it be war
Make it all peace cause we buddha bless
Steady beat dropping, steady beatboxing
Busy bee Brooklyns on the bus
Wanna rhyme sayer, wannabe haters
Innaso - you nah worry us

Easy, easy, easy, easy - I make it look, I make it look good
Easy, easy, easy, easy - I make it look so good
Easy, easy, easy, easy - I make it look, I make it look good
Easy, easy, easy, easy - I make it look so good

B-girl how you been heard you buckled up
Running down the line at the club drunk and knuckled up
I′m just chillin' like dime with a chuckle yup
Give it some time, now you lied when we bucked up
Big and tall, standing on the wall
Nothing like a man with some ice creams ya′ll
Chillin' with a tan got them ice creams on
Rippin in Japan, Montreal in the Fall, so
U-N-I-T-Y I said, peace queen
She like don't speak, I rep the East mean
I′m like smell the streets, don′t mean I'm easy
Girl on the scene must dream beyond the pre-teen

I′m not that in-between, I got that dap like Queen?
All my people see, "Masia where you be?"
Five feet so grow, come and rock a show
L.O.Q. she know how the biggest blow
Ease off
I see you running off your mouth that butter up the room chat
He's soft
I see you bunning on a riff that′s rolled inside a seed fat
Please us, I'm just that Bgirl on a mic check DJ save my life tracks
Peace, us!
I hustle to the flow, black rap, return of the Boom Bap
M One return of the boom bap
Bgirls return of the Boom Bap!

Get dough, on the hustle
On time, rock the show
Get dough, on the hustle
On time, rock the show