Yeah, uh
I'm like, yeah
Turn me up a lil' bit
Huh, uh, uh, frrrt
Boss nigga, took that trickin' shit and turned it to my hobby, uh
Ain't been takin' no pictures, everything I do, they copy
Bring them foreign whips through them country towns, them crackers tryna stop me
Ain't no fiend, but I go crazy 'bout that sloppy toppy
They play, I'm ready to knock a nigga ass out like Holyfield about you
Had to tell her to slow it down, she eatin' the lap up like hibachi
Only a bad bitch get to cryin', I Emilio Pucci on her body
She fuck me good, I ain't got no exes and I ain't got no other bodies
I'm like, damn, you fine, I'm tryna turn you every way but loose
You bad, you bad, and you bad, how the hell y'all gon' make me choose?
He won't let you come outside, bet we gon' take a shot for you
But if one day, you come outside, we gon' save a spot for you
Huh, tell your nigga it's lit, put your phone on DND
He ain't on this shit, baby, come outside with me
Bad bitch from out the country, I'm from Florida, she think I'm Z
She say, "You talk slow and you got perms like Yak and Koly P"
Now she in back of the truck tryna get me to teach her how to yell out, "Glee"
Now we drunk, we in that vibe, lookin' for more liquor and more weed
Don't go back on your word, you posted on Twitter, said you was fuck-nigga free
I know he hate he played, now you lit and y'all don't speak
I'm like where there party at? We tryna go outside
He ain't bought no bottles for the booth you in, baby, his ass fried
You want a nigga that fuck you good and spend? Pull up to my spot
If you leave me, girl, my life might end, you the baddest, I'm puttin' aside my pride
Doo-doo-doo, doo-doo, doo-doo
I'm so over bein' blue
Doo-doo-doo, doo-doo, doo-doo-doo (Come on, come on, I'm like come on, come on)
Cryin' over you
I'm like, damn, you fine, I'm tryna turn you every way but loose
You bad, you bad, and you bad, how the hell y'all gon' make me choose?
He won't let you come outside, bet we gon' take a shot for you
But if one day, you come outside, we gon' save a spot for you
Huh, tell your nigga it's lit, put your phone on DND
He ain't on this shit, baby, come outside with me
Bad bitch from out the country, I'm from Florida, she think I'm Z
She say, "You talk slow and you got perms like Yak and Koly P," huh
I can't move my hips, but, baby, I'm good with spendin' tips, huh
Bae, your pussy good, you can't get mad if I do trips, huh
You a bad bitch, tell him to up it and buy you a whip
I might kill you, I catch you cheatin', bae, you better move it swift
Doo-doo-doo, doo-doo, doo-doo
I'm so over bein' blue
Doo-doo-doo, doo-doo, doo-doo-doo
Cryin' over you
Doo-doo-doo, doo-doo, doo-doo
I'm so over bein' blue (Answer me on FaceTime, you asked me to FaceTime, fuck wrong with you?)
Doo-doo-doo, doo-doo, doo-doo-doo (I can't hear what you said, what you said?)
Cryin' over you (Answer the FaceTime, who is this?)
You asked me to FaceTime you
How the hell y'all got my number, though?
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