Alexander Gumuchian (bbno$)

bbno$, whose real name is Alexander Leon Gumuchian, is a Canadian-Armenian singer, rapper, and songwriter. His style blends hip-hop, R&B, and electronic influences into a catchy and hypnotic mix. Born: June 30, 1995 (30 years), Vancouver, Canada Full name: Alexander Leon Gumuchian Height: 5′ 9″ Gender: Male Hair color: Brown, short, often messy Eyes: hazel, wears white wire frame glasses Based on his public persona and interviews, bbno$ (Alexander Gumuchian) exhibits a highly energetic, playful, and "nerdy" personality, often describing himself as a "weirdo" who is comfortable in his own skin. He is characterized as a savvy, DIY-focused creator who blends authenticity with self-aware, meme-driven marketing.Key Personality Traits"Goofy" & Energetic: Fans and critics alike describe him as fun, charismatic, and sometimes "corny" in a self-aware way.Authentically Quirky: He embraces being a "nerd" and is known to be very comfortable with his own peculiar, online-native brand of humor.Highly Savvy/Analytical: He understands how to leverage social media, specifically TikTok, and often treats his career as a calculated, yet fun, marketing game.Unapologetically Creative: He is described as a "creative, expressive" artist who takes risks, often using online trends to his advantage.Chill & Approachable: Despite his success, he is often perceived as a "chill guy" who interacts well with his fanbase.Passionate & Creative: He is often described as passionate about his music, which he calls his "therapy".Public Persona & Social Media Presence: Supportive & Conscious: He is known for supporting fellow artists, commissioning fans for animations, and taking stands on social issues (like supporting LGBTQ+ rights), while avoiding AI in his work.The "Anti-Rapper": He breaks the traditional mold of a serious, stoic rapper, which can lead to polarizing views on his authenticity.Adaptable & Performative: He enjoys experimenting with different personas, including drag and cosplay, describing the act as "exhilarating and liberating".His personality is a mix of authentic, laid-back charisma and a carefully curated online brand designed for high engagement. bbno$ (Alexander Gumuchian) is often identified as an ESTP (Extraverted, Sensing, Thinking, Perceiving) with a 7w8 (Enneagram) type. He is characterized by his energetic, adaptable, and "doer" mentality, often approaching music with a playful, high-energy, and entrepreneurial spirit.Personality Type: ESTP (often associated with being bold, charismatic, and action-oriented).Enneagram: 7w8 (The Enthusiast/Adventurer), described as energetic, optimistic, and pleasure-seeking.Traits: He describes himself as a "weirdo" and a "nerd," indicating a self-aware and unconventional personality.Work Style: He is known for a high-energy, "workaholic" mentality and a focus on viral marketing.Music Persona: His music is described as "ignorant but melodic," or "oxymoronic rap," reflecting a blend of humor and technical skill.

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LYRICS FOR "it boy": Bitch, I'm him (him, him, him, him, him, him, him, him, him-) I-T-B-O-Y, B-B-N-O-dollar sign That's me (that's me), that's right (that's right) That's me (that's me), that's right I-M-H-I-M, the Gen Z Eminem That's me (that's me), that's right (that's right) That's me (that's me), that's right That's me, damn right Baby went it boy, Jesus Christ I bet on myself, I upped my price I kiss, and I tell, I ain't got no type Two-two hundred K got me jumpin' on stage All white Benz, see me whippin' mayonnaise She lookin' at me, she wanna ta-ta-taste Shorty got a boyfriend, get out my face Ay, bitch boy, I'm gon' smoke you like Endo Free throw, never catch me in the friend zone Cash real green, cheese pesto eatin' her box like bento Um momento, tap keep bustin' like Pepsi Mentos Fit Armani, yeah, this ain't Kenzo Ay, I'm the it boy, dick long, money long Yes I'm him, you spot on I-T-B-O-Y, B-B-N-O-dollar sign That's me (that's me), that's right (that's right) That's me (that's me), that's right I-M-H-I-M, the Gen Z Eminem That's me (that's me), that's right (that's right) That's me (that's me), that's right I-T boy, the it boy, you know he the shit boy I-T boy, the it boy, bitch, I'm him Yeah, boy I'm that baby, Baby in the club lookin' for single ladies Let's go shop and blow some cash, hop in my bubblegum Mercedes She got curvature, I'm curvin' her, I'm flaky, please don't hate me Tiffany from Perth, now she thunder-fuck me, AC/DC (What the fuck is wrong with you?) I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I, I-T-B-O-Y, B-B-N-O-dollar sign That's me (that's me), that's right (that's right) That's me (that's me), that's right I-M-H-I-M, the Gen Z Eminem That's me (that's me), that's right (that's right) That's me (that's me), that's right I-T boy, the it boy, you know he the shit boy I-T boy, the it boy, you know he the shit boy I-T boy, the it boy (it boy), you know he the shit boy (shit boy) I-T boy, the it boy (it boy), bitch, I'm him I-T boy, the it boy, that's me, that's right I-T boy, the it boy, it boy, bitch, I'm him (yeah, boy) I-T boy, the it boy, that's me, that's right I-T boy, the it boy, it boy, bitch, I'm him

LYRICS FOR "two": Two, four, six, eight Who do we appreciate? That's bbno$, he's always up to somethin' bbno$, got money, I'm a paradox Three scoop creatine, steam room, Equinox Three bad thots givin' me triceratops Three short kings in the squad like Aragorn I'ma take your chick like a thief in the night You off, I'm on, this the circle of life I'ma top my shit, yeah, I'm crossin' the line Yeah, I'm B-B-N-O-one of a kind Missed a zero, bro made a typo My girl got a girl, she a nympho Ate too good, I think I need lipo Pop, one, two, three, four, I'm a psycho (that's two) Commas in a million bucks (that's two) More that I'm givin' in fucks (that's two) Shawty's with them big ol' butt (that's two) Forgiato sets on a truck One to the kidney, two to the dome That's left, right, left, right, left, right, go Got a Rollie for the brunch and a Patek for the show That's left, right, left, right, left, right, go Got a big new body and I whip it like a pro That's left, right, left, right, left, right, go Got a great main chick and a real bad ho That's left, right, left, right, left, right, go Two, four, six, eight Who do we appreciate? That's bbno$, he's always up to somethin' Two, four, six, eight Who's that guy who really ate? That's bbno$, he never leave 'em hungry Ou-ou-ou-ou-outside stuntin' when the shine is sunning With a sweet new honey, like, "Ooh-la-la" Don't walk, I'm struttin', doin' pingaz at bunnings Your man ain't sellin' 'cause I'm really that guy Only on fats, love cheese went keto Pet my fur like a pussycat peacoat Funko pop that pussy like calico Dust on the table, ain't talkin' no Cheeto Bands on bands on bands on bands Yeah, I pay millions on my tax Bands on bands on bands on bands Bet on me, that's a one-step plan Doin' that, doin' that, doin' that dance Shakin' that jelly, yeah, shakin' that jam Takin' that, takin' that, takin' advance So much cash, it will put you in a trance Two, four, six, eight Who do we appreciate? That's bbno$, he's always up to somethin' Two, four, six, eight Who's that guy who really ate? That's bbno$, he never leave 'em hungry Two, four, six, eight That's left, right, left, right, left, right, go Two, four, six, eight That's left, right, left, right, left, right, go Two, four, six, eight That's left, right, left, right, left, right, go Two, four, six, eight That's left, right, left, right, left, right, go

LYRICS FOR "gigolo": He don't love me He don't want me I just use him for his body, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah (oh, he a gigolo) Every time I need a max on a rou' bet You bet I'ma hit the chick for a new check Fallin' out my mind, I'm Phuket Few ket', got me cookin' up like a Creuset (he a gigolo) Every other week, we on a cute trip Cute shit, say "I want a boat, " I got a cruise ship Never feelin' blue, I'm throwin' blue strips Blue fit, chewin' BlueChew, I'm 'bout blue chips (oh, he a gigolo) Gettin' violated in a whip Mama, take me to the store and she bought me a Patek, ayy (ayy) Eatin' caviar off a strip Told me put it on her tab if I'm givin' her the tip This the pretty boy anthem If you tall, sexy, handsome You a certified gigolo He don't love me (yes, I do) He don't want me (yes, I do) I just use him for his body, yeah, yeah Yeah, I'm on my pretty boy shit (Oh, he a gigolo) uh-huh, uh-huh (He-he a gigolo) uh-huh, uh-huh (Oh, he a gigolo) uh-huh, uh-huh Damn, I'm a certified gigolo I'm a trust fund baby, no money Better call me by my name like I'm Lil Nas X (where the cash at?) In the green light district, I'm a young male mistress Makin' racks every time I have sex (where the cash at?) I call her Dwayne, how she rockin' on my Johnson No safe word, she ain't givin' me no option I play the long game, think it's time to lock in Threw me in her will, so I'm pickin' out her coffin Yeah, I'm rich now (ayy) Even bad bitches ain't gettin' discounts (hell nah) She wanna freak off, made me raise an eyebrow, shit Every city that I go turn to Pound Town This the pretty boy anthem If you tall, sexy, handsome You a certified gigolo He don't love me (yes, I do) He don't want me (yes, I do) I just use him for his body, yeah, yeah Yeah, I'm on my pretty boy shit (Oh, he a gigolo) uh-huh, uh-huh (He-he a gigolo) uh-huh, uh-huh (Oh, he a gigolo) uh-huh, uh-huh Damn, I'm a certified gigolo

LYRICS FOR "check": Yeah I got money, cabbage, I'm an addict Spell it out like Reader Rabbit Clapping cheekies in the hammock Got no rubber on, save the planet Brand new Patek, good fulfilled Yeah we automatic, baby's back And he made a classic, there you have it LV wrap my Grammy's casket I stay crossing off of my list Got my money and my bitch That's a check (check), check (check), check (check), check Bought my mom and dad a crib Could retire off of this wrist That's a check (check), check (check), check (check, uh) Fuck it, I'm like La-la-la-la-la (that's nice) La-la-la-la-la (big bag) La-la, yeah Holy guacamole, yeah, she ridin' my little pony Got me bricked up, Al Capone Smooth and cold, last name Zamboni She said I taste sweet like soba Taking my big-ass bag from Sony I'm designer, my shit Adobe Sail the Seven Seas, got dick like Moby Crazy lil' freak tryna jump in my sheets 'Cause she that know I do the dues Quick lil' snip and a quick lil' shave Yeah, I'm feeling like Fu Manchu Yeah, I'm swinging big dick energy (Oh, my God) Yeah, my shawty's got them triple Ds I stay crossing off of my list Got my money and my bitch That's a check (check), check (check), check (check), check Bought my mom and dad a crib Could retire off of this wrist That's a check (check), check (check), check (check) Fuck it, I'm like La-la-la-la-la (that's nice) La-la-la-la-la (big bag) La-la Laughing to the bank, laughing to the bank La-la-la-la-la La-la-la-la-la (yeah, bitch) La-la Laughing to the bank, laughing to the bank Hey, let's go crazy Hey, let's go crazy

LYRICS FOR "edamame": Balls hangin' low while I pop a bottle off a yacht Chain swangin', cling clang and it cost a lot Bitch, I'm always after guala, yeah, and you are not Badass B, keep on goin' 'til you hit the spot, woah I'm a big bag hunter with the bow She got a big bad dumper, drop it low Mama called me and she happy with the growth Never ever fold for a thottie, that's an oath (yeah, ay) Just popped a kidney, I bought a million options of the stock And I stopped doin' the green Man, I rock arenas, bringin' the peace and I'm bumpin' that Pac In the car, pretendin' I got all the eyes on me Got a bad baby and she's independent Too many people older than me that's seekin' attention When they warned me 'bout the goofies, man I shoulda listened And the smell of the money my strangest addiction, uh She tip for dick I let her lick I had to dip I'm off a 5th Am I rich now? I bought a whip I paint it pink It drive itself The fuck you think? Yeah, I'm rich now Ay, lil mamma, yeah, you heard about me? I'ma pop you like a pea, yeah, edamame Yeah, I feel so hot like I'm chillin' on the beach Yeah, baby in the sun like the Teletubbies (woo) Balls hangin' low while I pop a bottle off a yacht Chain swangin', cling clang and it cost a lot Bitch, I'm always after guala, yeah, and you are not Badass B, keep on goin' 'til you hit the spot, woah I'm a big bag hunter with the bow She got a big bad dumper, drop it low Mama called me and she happy with the growth Never ever fold for a thottie, that's an oath I've been in the club and takin' shots If you got your mask off in the photo you gettin' cropped Hoppin' out the function, the CVS is like a block away Bought a moisturizer, my ice cold, it's dryin' my face Don't need that VVS, my ice is fake, your life is fake I choose to do it for my pocket's sake You basin' your opinions on what the major says I renovate, the bad energy I erase, uh Yeah, I don't really ever wanna talk, talk, talk, talk Only really ever want the top, top, top, top Guess I'm goin' back to the sock, sock, sock, sock Least this money never really stop, stop, stop, stop Hey little mamma, yeah, you heard about me? I'ma pop you like a pea, yeah, edamame Yeah, I feel so hot like I'm chillin' on the beach Yeah, baby in the sun like the Teletubbies (woo) Balls hangin' low while I pop a bottle off a yacht Chain swangin', cling clang and it cost a lot Bitch, I'm always after guala, yeah, and you are not Badass B, keep on goin' 'til you hit the spot, woah I'm a big bag hunter with the bow She got a big bad dumper, drop it low Mama called me and she happy with the growth Never ever fold for a thottie, that's an oath

LYRICS FOR "u mad!": Two bags, one day, big balls, pop off No pills, blue bills, cha-cha, real smooth Two cars, two wrists, new house, move quick Move slick, your bitch bad, I took her, now you mad Now you mad, bitch Why you mad, bitch? Yeah, you mad, bitch Why you mad, bitch? (Bruh) At the party, way too many options Couple thotties, you know Gravy got 'em Couple shitcoins, you know that I bought 'em She annoying, I won't even bother Hit the 'rage, RPG the car (boom) Bitch, I'm walkin' home, fuck that shit is far (Why'd I do that?) How's it feel to make a milly every day? (Uh) How's it feel to make a milly every minute, bitch? Two bags, one day, big balls, pop off No pills, blue bills, cha-cha, real smooth Two cars, two wrists, new house, move quick Move slick, your bitch bad, I took her, now you mad Now you mad, bitch Why you mad, bitch? Yeah, you mad, bitch Why you mad, bitch? (Bruh) At the party, way too many options Couple thotties, you know Gravy got 'em Couple shitcoins, you know that I bought 'em She annoying, I won't even bother Add a zero, place to comma, I'm up Think I give a fuck? 'Cause I don't give a fuck (bitch) What's your credit score? I pay my dividends out Shees, I feel like Elon Musk, bitch Two bags, one day, big balls, pop off No pills, blue bills, cha-cha, real smooth Two cars, two wrists, new house, move quick Move slick, your bitch bad, I took her, now you mad (bitch) Now you mad, bitch Why you mad, bitch? Yeah, you mad, bitch Why you mad, bitch? (Bruh) At the party, way too many options Couple thotties, you know Gravy got 'em Couple shitcoins, you know that I bought 'em She annoying, I won't even bother

LYRICS FOR "boom": boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom (Uh-uh-uh-uh, uh-uh-uh) (Uh-uh-uh-uh, uh-uh-uh-uh) boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom (Uh-uh-uh-uh, uh-uh) She got that boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom And now I'm in her room, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom She told me, "Come back soon, " boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom We on that boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom Come get that boom Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom Come get that boom Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom Come get that Tossin' her like ensalada, she took my whole enchilada What you need? I got a lotta, make her sing like, "La-di-da-da", bitch On my mama, I ain't gonna stop until I'm rich Got that money on my body, and it's really rich 2K on my boots and now she tryna toss a bouquet I drop 2K from my suitcase, and she gargle me like toothpaste Saw that ass and I said, "Touché", fuck the Klan unless it's Wu-Tang Fuck your man, he's just a pussy, I La Roche inside her Posay She got that boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom And now I'm in her room, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom She told me, "Come back soon, " boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom We on that boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom Come get that boom (uh-uh-uh-uh, uh-uh-uh-uh) Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom (uh-uh-uh-uh, uh-uh-uh-uh) Come get that boom (uh-uh-uh-uh, uh-uh-uh-uh) Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom (uh-uh-uh-uh, uh-uh-uh-uh) Come get that boom Clack, clack, clack, clack, clack, she on my left yellin', "Ooh, I like that, that, that" Ja, ja, das ist gut, ahuh New girl, she from Germany, said she like my accent, she ain't heard of me Play it right and she'll be permany, baby went Euro, that's foreign currency Pop out on the spot like boom, shawty say she wanna boom When I boom, then you boom, baby, make it boom, boom Get up out the way like boom, let me hear you say it, boom When I boom, then you boom She got that boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom And now I'm in her room, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom She told me, "Come back soon, " boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom We on that boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom Come get that boom (uh-uh-uh-uh, uh-uh-uh-uh) Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom (uh-uh-uh-uh, uh-uh-uh-uh) Come get that boom (uh-uh-uh-uh, uh-uh-uh-uh) Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom (uh-uh-uh-uh, uh-uh-uh-uh) Come get that

LYRICS FOR "bing bong": Gucci, Gucci Louis, Louis Fenty, Fenty Prada She up on my (Gucci, Gucci) We crunk off (Louis, Louis) She a savage (Fenty, Fenty) Girl, I'm so (Prada) you Balls swinging low, now the pussy playin' ping-pong No boring shit, I'm a King Kong I don't want fuss, I ain't puttin' no ring on She said, "Fuck my life" (bing bong) Got Jesus on my pieces Call me Reese's, I got pieces I'm tryna' 'radicate the negative stigma around anti-depressants I got reasons (what?) Money in the mattress, Cartier glasses Hungry for an actress, purrin' like Katniss bbno$ got your new hall passes Bro so chapped that I make him look assless Get sticky like barbecue sauce Teeth shiny yeah they callin' me Jaws Got a hundred K cash in the walls Fuck yo' agenda, protect them dolls (uh) She up on my (Gucci, Gucci) We crunk off (Louis, Louis) She a savage (Fenty, Fenty) Girl, I'm so (Prada) you She up on my (Gucci, Gucci) We crunk off (Louis, Louis) She a savage (Fenty, Fenty) Girl, I'm so (Prada) you Throw a little money But I still got more But I still got more But I still got more Throw a little money But I still got more But I still got more But I still got more Yeah we (Gucci, Gucci) (bitch) Now I'm flexin' up on my ex I can tell that bitch real 'pressed When she see me up with my upgrade On my Ariana shit, "thank you, next" (next) Every time I get up, get my bread up Make some cheddar, tryna better my life hardly tardy for a party Out in Abu Dhabi, that's a regular night Get sticky like barbecue sauce Teeth shiny yeah they callin' me Joss Got a hundred K cash in the walls Fuck yo' agenda, protect them dolls (uh) She up on my (Gucci, Gucci) We crunk off (Louis, Louis) She a savage (Fenty, Fenty) Girl, I'm so (Prada) you She up on my (Gucci, Gucci) We crunk off (Louis, Louis) She a savage (Fenty, Fenty) Girl, I'm so (Prada) you Throw a little money But I still got more But I still got more But I still got more Throw a little money But I still got more But I still got more But I still got more (Gucci, Gucci) (bitch)

LYRICS FOR "antidepressants": Someone said pussy bad for me She said she gon' pass it over (uh, bbno$) Come on Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah I'm on them antidepressants, we feelin' good today Maybe, maybe, maybe I'm gon' give her some attention This lady batshit crazy, yeah, she want me, no protection, pause I-I ain't do none of that shit Just greet my meat, I ain't takin' no pics She tat' my name right under her lip I dip one, two, like, "Look at these freaks" Freezing from that ice, I need a peacoat Yeah, I touch that butt, call me Nemo Keep it white outside, Al Pacino Asics on my feet 'cause I'm a cheap-o Walk out 20X from the Nino Costco hot dog date, yeah, she deep throat Me and the geezers hit that bingo I'm on them antidepressants, we feelin' good today Watch me make an entrance, yeah, I'm the shit today Antidepressants, a-a-antidepressants Watch me make an entrance (yeah), yeah, I'm the shit today Rollie bustdown, with my pants down At a penthouse downtown with a real nice view Got my own timbits, big business, the shizzness Torqued up, talkin' 'bout blue P-peanut butter jelly time, peanut butter jelly time Peanut butter jelly with a baseball ba- (uh, bbno-) She wanna get the dick in me, I'm baby no polygamy I cop a crazy cribby with the hella nice amenities She tryna give me sloppy toppy, toppy on the mezzanine I'm whipping in a Winnebago, then she open sesame Walk out 20X from the Nino Costco hot dog date, yeah, she deep throat Me and the geezers hit that bingo I'm on them antidepressants, we feelin' good today Watch me make an entrance, yeah, I'm the shit today Antidepressants, a-a-antidepressants Watch me make an entrance, yeah, I'm the shit today Pop one, pop two, pop three, pop four Call me Lexapro, Marni head to toe, goin' sicko mode, I'm out the door Pop five, pop six, pop seven, and pop eight A-a-antidepressants, yeah, I'm the shit today