Dizzle West - Bombye

Litty in your city, make your bitty call me Dizzy
Dollar or a penny, you know Dizzy gettin' plenty
Rich nigga label need to put me in the Bentley
Dick put a big bitch to sleep, call him Benny
Make my own toast, I ain't dining out at Denny's
Boujee nigga with some dirty money, call me Diddy
My bitch straight from the block, call her Jenny
Bout to drop back to back like I did in 2020
Niggas gettin' high, lacing weed with the fetty
Bitches need a pap fore we fuck like she Remy
I like my bitches bad, you know Suzie K and Brittni
With a fat ass like KKEHLAN, and Rizzy
Make a bitch bust a move, wink and Drizzy
Pretty gang with a rich nigga out of Philly
Put 'em in designer, you know Louis Prada Fendi
I only drink Dusse, stop fuckin' with the Henny
Your favorite IG model, call me Dada
When we out in public, we be duckin' on them bloggers
Bitch know vogue, did vogue like Lady Gaga
I be at the ball and Prada shades, hater blockers
B.I.G
Who Shot Ya
I ain't that big, bitch, still call me Papa
Bitch real bad when we fuck, call her Mama
Put that bitch in Prada, bracelet from Hermes, bag Balenciaga
2017, told y'all, I'm the Don Dada
2023, I'm still fuckin' on your mother
All these niggas hatin', really fans undercover
Niggas want smoke, Dizzle turn to Danny Glover
Paparazzi on my body, takin' pictures at the Grammys
Want beef, understand, I keep hammers like Handy Mandy
Local before you know, I'll be out Cali and Miami
Ridin' thru your city in a Phantom like I'm Danny, I'm so dandy
Remember that line 'bout Handy Mandy, I keep AK-47s plus G9s handy
Do it like it's your bday, do it like it's your anni
Don't call me bro if you ain't part the West family
West family get glammy, in my chains, I'm too flashy
Too much drip, too much dick, I'm too nasty
Freak in the sheets, in the streets, she too classy
Broke, you can't bag me, can't be your sugar daddy
To sex in the Maybach, to sex in the Caddy
From rich to the rags so the blogs could never drag me
Dick too big, that's why my pants a little saggy
Dizzle in the section, drinkin' Dusse with a baddie
I want all y'all talkin' outta your necks to stop it
Half of y'all bedrooms, ain't bigger than my closet
In the bank daily, thousand dollar deposits
Wonder why I'm the topic every time that y'all gossip
Dizzle, what's broke, you on coke, cut the nonsense
Always search me on the Gram and usin' me as they concept
Static with me forever, Dizzle weighin' on they conscience
Fuck I look like in the building and leavin' without a profit
Bankroll biggie, gettin' booked for all these shows, gettin' litty
I'm too busy to be beefin' bout a hoe
Flyin' city to city, that's how Dizzle life goes
See the whole world in my 20s
I'm your life goals
Never engage with them internet trolls
I'm A-list, I let bum niggas play they roles
House beat, feel like I'm on my Beyoncé Knowles Carter
I'll kill a nigga on parole
Gettin' money, I get it, soon as I get it, I spend it
Can't fuck a bitch for a digit, cause Dizzle West is the ticket
The profit that I make off of fuckin' these bitches is wicked
I'm Dizzle West, do you get it? I'm knockin' off niggas' fitteds
They wanna live how I'm livin' and they ain't gotta admit it, if Dizzle drop bet he spittin' know Dizzle hot niggas isn't, if I got if team got it, you know that I'ma split it
On Chillzzz to the death of me, the label is winnin, Uh
Say mi name a likkle louder
Dizzle West boy, you a son, me the father
Anytime him spit him lit the crowd up
Say it three times, it's a mi, unu prouder
Dizzle West, Dizzle West, Dizzle West, ayy
Moan out mi name, fuck to mi name, suck to mi name
Call out mi name, nah stop until it reach Hall of Fame
I got a big ole bag and a nigga spent half on the studio and visual
I got a at-home theater and niggas still watchin' my videos on Vizio
Dizzle come through, keep a blicky, yo
Fresh new buttas in my dickieo
Nah can't fuck Dizzle if a silly hoe
Portmore blood, but nigga, I'm from Philly, though
Who said dem wan hackle mi body Him haffi have a permit and a license for mi
I'm grindin', my baby doin' the whinin', if it ain't winnin', please tell me what the fuck is it, then
I be drippin', four thousand dollars on clothes
I be spendin', your whole check on my shoes
I be spittin', your bitch front row at my show
I be livin', batty bwoys wan do it how I do
Which bitch want it dizzle gunning on a bad gyal
All bad gyals need a Diddy, I'm a bad boy, I'm like a mix of Ye and Diddy, that's a bad, mad boy
Big-ass dick, big-ass bag, boy
Pull up valet and give his bags to the bag boy
Which nigga want smoke? Dizzle West cutthroat
And he got drip you can't swim, get a float, bitch
Ion want your loving I just want you for the throat bitch
If that nigga speakin' on my name, he want smoke, bitch
If that nigga speakin' on my name, he on coke, bitch
If that nigga speakin' on my name, he want smoke, bitch
If that nigga speakin' on my name, give him hell, Mykel

Written by:
Dana Anderson

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