BLD

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. You know what it is. BLT, no bling on Mine. Bounce that, hey. Bounce like that, oh. Slide to slide, whoa. Don't hold back, no. Bounce like that, hey. Bounce like that, oh. Slide to slide, whoa. Don't hold back, no. No backstabs or falling around. No backstage or band of sound. Flash, glim, then boom, big vibe in the room. All eyes go zoom, she dance full bloom. No script, just feel, that's way too real. No heels, just soul, that groove got me reeled. Whip, then clap, hips talk, no cap. Side glance, then snap, whole floor on track. No stress, just vibe, got the beat inside. One step, she slide, whole crew wide-eyed. Body pop, nonstop, lights flash, hips drop. Bass thump, heart stop, crowd jump, they vibe. Glow up, spotlight, move sharp, just right. Keep flow all night, that bounce pure flight. No front, all real, feel that, the deal. Hands up, we feel, dance floor, she kill. Ride high, no slack, bounce back, no lack. Step up, attack, this groove on track. Walk the block, no clock, swag loud, outfit no Whip, just feel, rolling on beat. Concrete, no seat, just a march to the beat. Corner crew toast heat, got the world at my Feet. Heading out, knee bent, when the rhythm Repeat. I don't need no receipt, I was born In the street. No ice, no pop, but the Taste real nice. One bite, that's fill, BLT my Deal. One plate, one shot, eat it hot off The steel. No script, no plot, this my everyday Meal. Got no bowl, no grill, but my hunger Is real. Every crunch that I spill turn my Pain into steel. Toast pop, like what? Kitchen heat don't stop. No jewels, no flex, just Mayo dripped nice. One bolt, no prop, I don't Pose, I drop. Smell the heat from the top, It's that lunchroom bop. Bounce like that, hey. Bounce like that, oh. Slide to slide, whoa. Don't hold back, no. Bounce like that, hey. Bounce like that, oh. Slide to slide, whoa. Don't hold back, no.