LYRICS:

They whisper low, say her name is Bbl Des
In the city lights, with curves so fine
Her frame a silhouette, she won't confess
To the touch of blades, a secret line
Oh, Bbl Des, what did you do?
To sculpt a dream out of regret
Through smoky haze

-

she walks the neon streets
A shadowed past cloaked in allure
Her secrets lie beneath the surgeon's sheets
Oh, Bbl Des, a truth so pure
She paid the price, for curves that tell a tale
In a city of dreams, where hearts prevail

bbl des beat 140BPM

did it all (ft. oddie)

get over you (ft. oddie)

dancing alone (ft. oddie) prod. gurkan

(??????????)

it aint even christmas yet, but jangle be jingling balls (jingling balls)
bought a hundred bottles of that baby oil, better take off your draws (take of your draws)
got my heart sinkin, when you said that you aint tryna party (why you aint tryna party?)
got 2 glasses of champagne, put molly in shawtys (shoutout rick ross)


freak offs, freak offs, whatchu tryna do? (whatchu tryna do?)
freak offs, freak offs, whatchu tryna do? (whatchu tryna do?)
freak offs, freak offs, lemme grab the lube, oh
lemme grab yo titties, lemme get baby oil on your boobs, huh (freak offs)

somebody said that its diddy time, lemme take my shirt off (take my shirt off)
lemme call up freaky des, cause im tryna go to the freak offs (freak offs)
do olympics on his dick, he call me a greek gods
broski think he r kelly, munch always tryna get pissed on (munch a freak)

cmon p dessy, cmon lets go to the freak offs (i know you wanna do it)
lets have some fun, aight? just hit me up (cmon now, i know you wanna go to a party)
aight bet

jangle i know you got a weave, imma knock your wig off (knock your wig off)

munch and des, jangle and win, imma get freaky with yall (freaky with yall)
i really got links, if you wanna party ill give homie diddy a call (lemme call up diddy)
i went to a private call with win, he started gooning (he started jerking off)
he sucked my dick at the metro, call me boomin (5 big booms for you bruh)

it aint even christmas yet, but jangle be jingling balls (jingling balls)
bought a hundred bottles of that baby oil, better take off your draws (take of your draws)
got my heart sinkin, when you said that you aint tryna party (why you aint tryna party?)
got 2 glasses of champagne, put molly in shawtys (shoutout rick ross)

freak offs, freak offs, whatchu tryna do? (whatchu tryna do?)
freak offs, freak offs, whatchu tryna do? (whatchu tryna do?)
freak offs, freak offs, lemme grab the lube, oh
lemme grab yo titties, lemme get baby oil on your boobs, huh (freak offs)

freak offs

feel some ft. oddie

want

Written, produced, performed, and engineered by gurkan.

Sampled vocals belong to Yasmin Shimoni, with a cover of Eden Golan's "Hurricane".

The song from which this sample is derived was originally performed in an Israeli Eurovision audition. Its use is purely creative and carries no political intent or endorsement.

bad apple

i try to breathe, i- i cant no more

i wanna get it right but i fail everytime

they tell me money heals and i could be the one

but i know if i go, i wont return

i hate my money, could never replace the way i hurt

still stuck in that mud, im all covered in dirt

my money dont mean shit to me, im still the worst

all my lights turned off, ever since i quit the percs



i hate my pain, the way i feel

got designer, shit aint real

aint a way to numbing my feels

im so, sick and tired of this pain

and im the only one to blame



10:45 am, no sleep last night again

popping adderall, already looking for my next high, amen

i used to love money when i couldnt pay my rent

you prolly wont get it but money the devil and that is a hell in a sense



i wish i had a teacher that coulda taught me

but i had no one, had to watch my mind, fall apart

trauma tatted on our skins, but it dont cover scars



i try to breathe, i- i cant no more

i wanna get it right but i fail everytime

they tell me money heals and i could be the one

but i know if i go, i wont return

i hate my money, could never replace the way i hurt

still stuck in that mud, im all covered in dirt

my money dont mean shit to me, im still the worst

all my lights turned off, ever since i quit the percs

gurkan

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