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B.L.B. (solo)
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Hip-Hop/Rap
B.L.B. (solo) was released on October 18, 2025 by hali's vault as a part of the album halikai.
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Release DateOctober 18, 2025
Labelhali's vault
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM127

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Halikai
Halikai
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Britt Perkins
Britt Perkins
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Halikai
Halikai
Producer

Lyrics

Bad lil bitch, and he lovin' my figure
Real ass ****, he stay with a trigger
Ain't fuckin' wit bitches, ain't fuckin' wit ****
Fuck wit myself so my money get bigger
Stay out my pockets, don't know what ya deal is
If he smokin' he be with them dealers
Wearin' his jacket, it's cheetah-chinchilla
And I'ma cold bitch, he ain't met no one chilla
Stackin' my bands so they grow like a money tree
Know I'm a germaphobe — why is you touchin' me?
Rub down his body, he know that I'm touchin' D
Ain't signin' shit 'til you show me the money, please
Real bitch, everything all natural
Nothin' over, cap — it's factual
Strategic 'bout my shit, I'm tactical
He know I'm wild, yeah I fuck like an animal
Cannibal, can't take my shit — non-tangible
Bitches love to hate, but it's really understandable
Might have to sock a bitch, break her fuckin' mandible
They know I spit heat, real flammable
I'm poppin' ya bubble — awe, buttercup,
You will never blossom
They can't steal my mojo or JoJo
These Powerpuff bitches, they know that I'm stoppin'
Stoppin', stompin', step in and come up
They hate cuz they see the come up
When he get here I tell him to come up
He leavin' it in — put the cum up
Knockin' 'em out but no I ain't boxin' 'em
In like the Grouch — these bitches belong in
A bin, take it out; he hate when I'm pullin' it
Inside and out, show joy when I'm takin' da win
Bad lil bitch, and he lovin' my figure
Real ass ****, he stay with a trigger
Ain't fuckin' wit bitches, ain't fuckin' wit ****
Fuck wit myself so my money get bigger
Stay out my pockets, don't know what ya deal is
If he smokin' he be with the dealers
Wearin' his jacket, it's cheetah-chinchilla
And I'ma cold bitch, he ain't met no one-
I'm chillin', so chill out
Like the whip, he tell me to pull out
Know my bop — they know what I'm about
Doin' donuts but my shit don't burnout
I butter my skillet and cook up the bird
Yes I been that bitch — idk what you heard
I always come first, never second or third
These bitches can't kill me 'cause this ain't the purge
I can't be playin' with ****
I'm too worried 'bout the figures
I need me a thug that I can fuck, suck, and lick
Set a mood, and then dip
Tell 'em leave me them chips (uh uh)
I just wanna be rich (uh uh)
Tried to give me his pitch (huh)
It was a swing and a miss (damn)
He shootin' his shot (airball)
That **** a lame
I only like 'em hunchin' his back
Like he was from Notre Dame
My bitches will pull up and mop ya
And no we ain't callin' no doctor
Put 'em to sleep in a rocker
And leave a note sayin' who rocked ya
Bad lil bitch, and he lovin' my figure
Real ass ****, he stay with a trigger
Ain't fuckin' wit bitches, ain't fuckin' wit ****
Fuck wit myself so my money get bigger
Stay out my pockets, don't know what ya deal is
If he smokin' he be with the dealers
Wearin' his jacket, it's cheetah-chinchilla
And I'ma cold bitch, he ain't met no one chilla
Written by: Britt Perkins
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