B-Lovee – My Everything(Part III) (ft. G Herbo) (Audio, Lyrics)

B-Lovee calls on G Herbo for the 3rd part of the song, “My Everything”. The song was produced by Cash Cobain. Listen, stream, buy, read the lyrics, mp3 download.

B Lovee My Everything Part 3

B-Lovee is positioned to be the next to blow out of the Big Apple. The rapper already began buzzing through the tri-State area in 2020 after releasing Courtlandtbaby but his subsequent releases have helped him secure a national buzz. Artists like Kay Flock and Don Q have collaborated with Lovee already but with a new year just a few weeks away, he appears to be gearing up for the level up.

With the single, “My Everything” making its rounds, Lovee delivered “part 3” to the record with a guest verse from G Herbo. The jolty Mary J. Blige samples clash with rugged flows and choppy cadences while offering their perspective on romance.

B-Lovee – My Everything Part 3 (ft. G Herbo) (prod. Cash Cobain)

Lyrics

[Intro: Mary J. Blige & B Lovee]
Ooh, ooh
(And this beat from Cash, not from YouTube)
Grrah

[Chorus: B Lovee]
She actin’ naughty, she want me to spank it (Ah)
Bad lil’ bitch, not basic
Give you my time, you better not waste it
We catch a opp, no waitin’, like (Like what?)
We just gon’ up in broad day, shit (We just gon’ up in broad day)
Feelin’ like Wick ’cause the way that I aim it, like (The way that I aim)
Ain’t no where you can go when them bullets start rainin’ (Ah)

[Post-Chorus: B Lovee]
No I ain’t mad, that ain’t my hoe, like (That ain’t my hoe)
He think he it, but he not though (He not though)
She let me hit in a Tahoe (Let me hit in a Tahoe)
Made any packs off a iPhone (Uh-huh)
Fuckin’ her good, so she keep callin’ my phone (Uh-huh)
Totin’ this knocker, I can’t stop for police
Heard he a shooter, I heard he was police (I heard he was what?)

[Verse 1: B Lovee]
I heard that he slidin’, he bang for his homies
I heard he got knocked and start blamin’ his homies (Like what?)
He claim that thot, but he ain’t the only (Ain’t the only)
Droppin’ the Y, that shouldn’t be on me (Be on me)
She get off the ‘Migo then ride like a pony (Like a pony)
Kay in the cut and he dangerous (Uh-huh)
She act bad with the jatty, she know how to shake it (And she know how to—)
I act bad with the beam on the ratty, I don’t gotta chase it (Uh)
Put the beam on the bag, then flame it (Grrah-grrah, boom)
Ask around town, you know I ain’t basic (You know I ain’t basic)
If I give you some time, I just hope you don’t waste it (I just hope you don’t waste it)
Baby girl come here, come here, let me taste it (Come here, let me taste it)
Ever catch you cheatin’, I’ma up and flame it (I’ma up and flame it)

[Verse 2: G Herbo]
Ayy, she actin’ gangster, she want me to slap it, ayy
Street nigga not like a rapper Ion’ be capping but bitch I’ma Kappa
She want to know what my life like
I need her with me I just might nap her
Can see she be living that night life
Tell her hop on a Finsta I just might add her
Tell the lil’ hoe she don’t know me tho’
She think she is it but she not tho’, real fans stick to me like […]
Still gangbang like I’m Rock tho’ (I’m Rock), need a bitch act like my Momma
Shout out to my pops tho’ (Shout out to my pops tho’)
Asian bitch love Benihana, but shout out to my Vatos
In LA I’m riding Lambs, in the Raq’ I’m ducking potholes
Swervo ain’t got none but 10’s, I can’t be seen with Patos
40 Glocks 4 Nics I pop those
Watch a nigga cook slow like pot-roast (Fuck)
You don’t get what I got tho’
Why you hating, sucking dick on my post? (Pussy)
Hoe actin’ naughty she want me to spank it, bad lil’ bitch not basic
I give you my time, you better not waste it
If you jealous you just got to face (gotta’ be)
Happy I’m mad rich, from the block I ain’t never had shit
And I must be stressed that’s past tense
Like Roddy court side with a bad bitch

[Chorus: B Lovee]
She actin’ naughty, she want me to spank it (Ah)
Bad lil’ bitch, not basic
Give you my time, you better not waste it
We catch a opp, no waitin’, like (No waitin’, like)
We just gon’ up in broad day, shit (We just gon’ up in broad day)
Feelin’ like Wick ’cause the way that I aim it, like (The way that I aim)
Ain’t no where you can go when them bullets start rainin’

[Post-Chorus]
No I ain’t mad, that ain’t my hoe, like (Uh-huh)
He think he it, but he not though (But he not though)
She let me hit in a Tahoe (She let me hit in a—)
Made any packs off a iPhone (Made any packs off a iPhone)
Fuckin’ her good, so she keep callin’ my phone (Like what?)
Totin’ this knocker, I can’t stop for police
Heard he a shooter, I heard he was police (I heard he was—)

[Outro]
She actin’ naughty, she want me to spank it
Bad lil’ bitch, not basic
Give you my time, you better not waste it