Lyrics:
I've been rollin' in the deep with you
I been missing out on sleep for you
When you come around
You always bring the drama
Like the evening news
with me[02:31.87]Baby give it all to me[02:33.61]And she wanna know what I be on[02:35.40]She wanna come and ride along[02:37.22]I know you enemies
Twerk that thang
Girl you so thick
You the type of girl
That I call a bad bitch
Bust that thang
Get it on and popping
Love the way you bring it up
Twerk that thang, girl you so thick
You the type of girl that I call a bad bitch
Bust that thang, get it on popping
Love the way you bring it up slow
the dust to bring some empty space back,
filling a long merch table with artifacts,
looking back to see if I could draw a map
that leads to now.
I remember
It's a new me
Yea huh
Shout to Kodak tellem gimme a new beat
Yea huh
Dirty niggah
Show you how to stay up on ya feet
Yea huh
10 toes I be rolling
like I don't care baby by the way
Huh, because I'm happy
Clap along if you feel like a room without a roof
Because I'm happy
Clap along if you feel
(like it)
Pull up to the gate, it's private (private)
So baby, just slide in (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
Taste kush, I'mma light it (light it)
Bring
dude
got that escalade riddin' 22 shoes
who want it with tha sqad nigga we could clash crews
bitch we bad news
stay ya distance lil nigga we will smash
I stick by my code i ain't burning no bridges
I got steady aim so you know i ain't missing
You tweaking out bad like my bro he been glitching
They see
Now tell the truth; I'm like a mechanic when I work my tool
So brace yourself baby so I can hit you with the mule
Everytime I touch ya I'ma find a new
Then bring it right back like there's no point to hide
I'm a dirty mother fucker with a pocket full of crushed dreams
Said you ran out I can be your new
like I don't care baby by the way, uh
Because I'm happy
Clap along if you feel like a room without a roof
Because I'm happy
Clap along if you feel
too mixy, bring the chop out
He ain't really having motion baby, I can tell he lyin' to you
I got Dior B22s all up on my feet
Fucking in a AMG, baby say
said, I'll see you in hell But the Kennedys knew all too well
There's a New York version of everyone, whatever that means
You get your fortune told by
up thirty slips
If you kick me a BOA it'll never clip a1
Hey shit lit by the way new whip by the way new bitch by the way a1
I'm going bad at the box
baby you know that I'm bagging you
I had to get a Louis, a bag or two
It is no one that is bad as you
We got new Pateks on Pateks too
Made it
They coming one by one two by two
Bring your friends and I’ll bring my crew
We can all have a party yeah
One big party yeah
They coming one by one
The sorrow taking over and I was just bored
Whipping a 22 Bugatti that's stolen
Stuffing the trunk with a few bodies we rolling
Had to test out the new shotty
like 22nd Street
They got me by my neck and feet
Pressures building, can't take more
My headaches charge, ear aches roar
In this pain
Get me out
like 22nd Street
They got me by my neck and feet
Pressures building, can't take more
My headaches charge, ear aches roar
In this pain
Get me out
12 O clock, bring da’ bikes I’m tryn cut
Bad bitch, head on right I’m tryn’ fuck her
He talking like he tryna’ end the beef, I’m tryna’ buss’ him
D.J
2:22, Got her checking her time and
When I'm with you
Man I swear that shit flies by
I'm trying to see it from your side
If you see it from mine
ain't come to party muh'fucker just sit down
Get up, get up, get up, get up
Get up, get up, get up, get up
She's bad, she's bad, she's bad I know
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