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So many girls in here, where do I begin? (Oh-oh-oh)
I seen this one, I'm 'bout to go in (oh-oh-oh)
Then she said, "I'm here with my friends" (oh-oh-oh)
She got me thinking, and that's when I said
Where them girls at, girls at?
Where them girls at, girls at?
Where them girls at, girls at?
So go get them, we can all be friends
Hey, bring it on, baby, all your friends
You're the shit and I love that body (body)
You wanna ball, explicit, I swear you're good, I won't tell nobody ('body)
You got a BFF, I wanna see that girl, it's all women invited ('vited)
Hair do's and nails, that Louis, Chanel all up in the party (need some help)
Presidents in my wallet (freak yourself)
No rules, I'm 'bout it (let's play the wealth)
Blow the whistle for the hotties (catch my breath), I got it
Shawty, it's never too much, can't be doing too much
Ten to one of me, I can handle that love
Bottles in my reach, we can all get buzz
Holla 'cause I'm free to whatever, it's no rush
So many boys in here, where do I begin? (Oh-oh-oh)
I see this one, I'm 'bout to go in (oh-oh-oh)
Then he said, "I'm here with my friends" (oh-oh, ah)
He got to thinkin', and that's when he said
Where them girls at, girls at?
Where them girls at, girls at?
Where them girls at, girls at?
So go get them, we can all be friends
Yo, it's PB! PB! Who's Peabo Bryson?
Two years ago, I renewed my license
Anyway, why'd I start my verse like that?
You can suck a dick, you can suck on a ballsack
No (no), I don't endorse that
Pau-pau-pau-pau-pause that, a-a-a-a-abort that
Just the other day mi go a-London, saw dat, kids down di street
Paparazzi, all dat
Hey-hey, what can I say?
Day, day, day, da-day, day
Coming through the club, all the girls in the back of me
This ain't football, why the fuck they tryna tackle me?
Really? I peeped dude at the bar like really?
Looking like he wanna good time like really
Said he had got a friend for my home girl Lily, Lily, Lily, Lily
So many girls in here, where do I begin? (Oh-oh-oh)
I seen this one, I'm 'bout to go in (oh-oh-oh)
Then she said, "I'm here with my friends" (oh-oh-oh)
She got me thinking, and that's when I said
Where them girls at, girls at?
Where them girls at, girls at?
Where them girls at, girls at?
So go get them, we can all be friends
Day, day, day, da-day, day
Day, day, day, da-day, da-day
Day, day, day, da-day, day
Day, day, day, da-day, da-day
Yo, where all my girls at? (Girls, where mi girls?)
Yo, where my girls that tryna get to jumpin', jumpin', jumpin'
So many girls in here, where do I begin? (Oh-oh-oh)
I seen this one, I'm 'bout to go in (oh-oh-oh)
Then she said, "I'm here with my friends" (oh-oh-oh)
She got me thinking, and that's when I said
Where them girls at, girls at?
Where them girls at, girls at?
Where them girls at, girls at?
So go get them, we can all be friends
Young Money
Kissing strangers
Aye, I'm just trying to make my way on
Through the concrete jungle
Who walks with me?
Aye, oh yeah, tryna find connection
In two-thousand something ain't easy
Woohoo, can't quit, take sips
Wanna taste you
Ooh, make wish, use lips
Kissing strangers
Uh! Na na na na na na na na
'Til I find someone I love
Na na na na na na na na
Kissing strangers
Uh! Na na na na na na na na
'Til I find someone I trust
Na na na na na na na na
Kissing strangers (Uh!)
Open heart, open mind
Never know who you'll find
Open heart, close your eyes
Kissing strangers
Uh! Na na na na na na na na
'Til I find someone I love
Na na na na na na na na
Kissing strangers
Aye, all misinformation open to interpretation
Just keep searching me
Hyperventilating, blocking up my circulation
No waiting
Woohoo, can't quit, take sips
Wanna taste you
Ooh, (Yeah) make wish, (yeah) use lips
Kissing strangers
Uh! Na na na na na na na na
'Til I find someone I love
Na na na na na na na na
Kissing strangers
Uh! Na na na na na na na na
'Til I find someone I trust
Na na na na na na na na
Kissing strangers (Uh!)
Open heart, open mind
Never know who you'll find
Open heart, close your eyes
Kissing strangers
Uh! Na na na na na na na na (Hey)
'Til I find someone I love
Na na na na na na na na
Kissing strangers (Yuh. yuh)
(Uh!) I got a boy that I kinda like
This is a kiss-kiss, tongue him down kind of night
He got that mmm, mmm, hard, got that China white
He got that bomb, I think I'ma call him dynamite
I gotta lotta songs, I could show you all the sonograms
Me? I'm Jem, and these bitches is the holograms
Me? I win, and these bitches just lose
They ship sink, but my ship, it just cruise
Anyway, I'm back, with my baby gat, gimme piggy back
Drip drip, where that kitty cat? Put it in his lap
Sip sip on the tip tip, lick on his lip-lip
I think he's tryna hit young Nick like the quick pic
Na na na na na na na na
Kissing strangers
Uh! na na na na na na na na
'Til I find someone I love
Na na na na na na na na
Kissing strangers
Uh! Na na na na na na na na
'Til I find someone I trust
Na na na na na na na na
Kissing strangers (Uh!)
Open heart, open mind
Never know who you'll find
Open heart, close your eyes
Kissing strangers
Uh! Na na na na na na na na
'Til I find someone I love
Na na na na na na na na
Kissing strangers (Uh!)
I've been here all night (Ariana)
I've been here all day (Nicki Minaj)
And boy, got me walkin' side to side
(Let them hoes know)
I'm talkin' to you
See you standing over there with your body
Feeling like I wanna rock with your body
And we don't gotta think 'bout nothin' ('bout nothin')
I'm comin' at you
'Cause I know you got a bad reputation
Doesn't matter, 'cause you give me temptation
And we don't gotta think 'bout nothin' ('bout nothin')
These friends keep talkin' way too much
Sayin' I should give you up
Can't hear them, no, 'cause I
I've been here all night
I've been here all day
And boy, got me walkin' side to side
I've been here all night
I've been here all day
And boy, got me walkin' side to side (side to side)
Been tryna hide it
Baby, what's it gonna hurt if they don't know?
Makin' everybody think that we solo
Just as long as you know you got me (you got me)
And boy, I got ya
'Cause tonight I'm making deals with the Devil
And I know it's gonna get me in trouble
Just as long as you know you got me
These friends keep talkin' way too much
Saying I should give you up
Can't hear them, no, 'cause I
I've been here all night
I've been here all day
And boy, got me walkin' side to side (side to side)
I've been here all night (been here all night, baby)
I've been here all day (been here all day, baby)
And boy, got me walkin' side to side (side to side)
Uh, yo, this the new style with the fresh type of flow
Wrist icicle, ride dick bicycle
Come through yo, get you this type of blow
If you wanna menage, I got a tricycle
All these bitches' flows is my mini-me
Body smoking, so they call me young Nicki chimney
Rappers in they feelings cause they feelin' me
Uh, I-I give zero fucks and I got zero chill in me
Kissing me, copped the blue box that say Tiffany
Curry with the shot, just tell 'em to call me Stephanie
Gun pop, and I make my gum pop
I'm the queen of rap, young Ariana run pop, uh
These friends keep talkin' way too much
Say I should give him up
Can't hear them no, 'cause I
I've been here all night (been here all night baby)
I've been here all day (been here all day baby)
And boy, got me walkin' side to side (side to side)
I've been here all night (been here all night baby)
I've been here all day (been here all day baby), oh baby
And boy, got me walkin' side to side (side to side), yeah
This the new style with the fresh type of flow
Wrist icicle, ride dick bicycle
Come through yo, get you this type of blow
If you wanna menage, I got a tricycle
She got a body like an hourglass
But I can give it to you all the time
She got a booty like a Cadillac
But I can send you into overdrive, oh
You've been waiting for that
Step on up, swing your bat
See, anybody could be bad to you
You need a good girl to blow your mind, yeah
Bang-bang into the room (I know you want it)
Bang-bang all over you (I'll let you have it)
Just wait a minute, let me take you there (ah-ooh)
And wait a minute 'til you (ah, hey!)
Bang-bang, there goes your heart (I know you want it)
Back-back seat of my car (I'll let you have it)
Wait a minute, let me take you there (ah-ooh)
Wait a minute 'til you (ah, hey!)
She might've let you hold her hand in school
But I'ma show you how to graduate
No, I don't need to hear you talk the talk
Just come and show me what your mama gave, oh
I heard you've got a very big (shh)
Mouth, but don't say a thing
See, anybody could be good to you
You need a bad girl to blow your mind
Bang-bang into the room (I know you want it)
Bang-bang all over you (I'll let you have it)
Wait a minute, let me take you there (ah-ooh)
Wait a minute 'til you (ah, hey!)
Bang-bang, there goes your heart (I know you want it)
Back, backseat of my car (seat of my car), I'll let you have it
Wait a minute, let me take you there (you know what, girls?)
Wait a minute 'til you, ah, hey (let me show you how to do it)
It's Myx Moscato, it's frizz in a bottle
It's Nicki Full Throttle, it's oh-oh
Swimming in The Grotto, we winning in the lotto
We dipping in the powder blue, four-door
Kitten so good, it's dripping on wood
Get a ride in the engine that could go
Batman, robbin' it, bang-bang, cocking it
Queen Nicki dominant, prominent
It's me, Jessie and Ari, if they test me, they sorry
Ride his, uh, like a Harley then pull off in his Ferrari
If he hanging, we banging, phone ranging, he slanging
It ain't karaoke night but get the mic 'cause I'm singing
Uh, B to the A to the N to the G to the-
Uh, B to the A to the N to the G to the, hey
See, anybody could be good to you
You need a bad girl to blow your mind
Your mind, hey (okay)
Bang-bang into the room (I know you want it)
Bang-bang all over you (bang, bang, bang, bang), I'll let you have it
Wait a minute, let me take you there (ah-ooh)
Wait a minute 'til you (ah-yeah, yeah-uh-huh, ah, hey!)
Bang-bang, there goes your heart (there goes your heart), I know you want it
Back-back seat of my car (back of my car), I'll let you have it
Wait a minute, let me take you there (let me take you there)
Wait a minute 'til you (ah, hey!)
Bang-bang into the room (I know you want it)
Bang-bang all over you (all over you, baby)
Yo, I said, bang, bang, bang, b-bang, bang
Bang, bang, bang, bang, b-bang, bang
Bang-bang, there goes your heart (I know you want it)
Back, backseat of my car, I'll let you have it (oh-oh)
Wait a minute, let me take you there (ah-ooh)
Wait a minute 'til you (ah, hey!)
Drank
Young Money
Love in a thousand different flavours
I wish that I could taste them all tonight
No, I ain't got no dinner plans
So you should bring all your friends
I swear that to all y'all my type
All you girls in here, if you're feeling thirsty
Come on take a sip 'cause you know what I'm servin'
Shimmy shimmy yay, shimmy yay, shimmy ya (drank)
Swalla-la-la (drank)
Swalla-la-la (swalla-la-la)
Swalla-la-la
Shimmy shimmy yay, shimmy yay, shimmy ya (drank)
Swalla-la-la (drank)
Swalla-la-la (swalla-la-la)
Swalla-la-la
Freaky, freaky gyal
My freaky, freaky gyal
Shimmy shimmy shimmy yay, shimmy yah
Bad girls gon' swalla-la-la
Bust down on my wrist in this bitch
My pinky-ring bigger than this
Met her out in Beverly Hills, ay
Dolla got too many girls, ay
Met her out in Beverly Hills
All she wear is red bottom heels
When she back it up, put it on the Snap'
When she droppin' low, put it on the 'Gram
DJ poppin', she gon' swallow that
Champagne poppin', she gon' swallow that
All you girls in here, if you're feeling thirsty
Come on take a sip 'cause you know what I'm servin'
Shimmy shimmy yay, shimmy yay, shimmy ya (drank)
Swalla-la-la (drank)
Swalla-la-la (swalla-la-la)
Swalla-la-la
Shimmy shimmy yay, shimmy yay, shimmy ya (drank)
Swalla-la-la (drank)
Swalla-la-la (swalla-la-la)
Swalla-la-la
Freaky, freaky gyal
My freaky, freaky gyal (yo, yo, ayo)
Bad gyal nuh swalla nuttin', word to the Dalai Lama
He know I'm a fashion killa, word to John Galliano
He copping that Valentino, ain't no telling me "no"
I'm that bitch, and he know, he know
How y'all wifin' these thots? You don't get wins for that
I'm havin' another good year, we don't get blimps for that
Pussy game still cold, we don't get minx for that
When I'm poppin' them bananas, we don't link chimps for that
I gave these bitches two years, now your time's up
Bless her heart, she throwing shots but every line sucks
I'm in that cherry red foreign with the brown guts
My shit slappin' like dude did LeBron's nuts
All you girls in here, if you're feeling thirsty
Come on take a sip 'cause you know what I'm servin'
Shimmy shimmy yay, shimmy yay, shimmy ya (my love) (drank)
Swalla-la-la (my love) (drank)
Swalla-la-la (swalla-la-la)
Swalla-la-la
Shimmy shimmy yay, shimmy yay, shimmy ya (drank)
Swalla-la-la (drank)
Swalla-la-la (swalla-la-la)
Swalla-la-la
Young Money
Swalla-la-la
J.D
Freaky, freaky gyal
Swalla-la-la
My freaky, freaky gyal
Swalla-la-la
My freaky, freaky gyal
Swalla-la-la
My freaky, freaky gyal
Derulo
Yeah!
Young Money
Nicki Minaj
Justin, grr!
Show you off
Tonight I wanna show you off
Ay, ay, ay
What you've got
A billion could've never bought
Ay, ay, ay
We gonna party like it's 3012 tonight
I wanna show you all the finer things in life
So just forget about the world, we're young tonight
I'm coming for ya, I'm coming for ya
'Cause all I need is a beauty and a beat
Who can make my life complete
It's all 'bout you when the music makes you move
Baby, do it like you do
'Cause all-
Body rock
Girl, I can feel your body rock
Ay, ay, ay
Take a bow
You're on the hottest ticket now, oh
Ay, ay, ay
We gonna party like it's 3012 tonight
I want to show you all the finer things in life
So just forget about the world, we're young tonight
I'm coming for ya, I'm coming for ya
'Cause all I need is a beauty and a beat
Who can make my life complete
It's all 'bout you when the music makes you move
Baby, do it like you do (uh)
'Cause all- (uh)
In time, ink lines, bitches couldn't get on my incline
World tours, it's mine, ten little letters on a big sign
Justin Bieber, you know I'ma hit 'em with the ether
Buns out, wiener, but I gotta keep an eye out for Selena
Beauty, beauty and the beast
Beauty from the East, beautiful confessions of the priest
Beast, beauty from the streets, beat will get deceased
Every time beauty on the beat eats
Body rock (yeah, yeah)
Oh, I wanna feel your body rock (yeah, let's go, let's go)
'Cause all (all I need is love) I need is a beauty and a beat
Who can make my life complete (oh)
It's all (all I needed to) 'bout you when the music makes you move
Baby, do it like you do
'Cause all-
Yo, B
They ready?
Let's go!
Feelin' myself, I'm feelin' myself, I'm feelin' my
Feelin' myself, I'm feelin' myself, I'm feelin' my, feelin' my
Feelin' myself, I'm feelin' myself, I'm feelin' my
Feelin' myself, I'm feelin' myself, I'm feelin' my
I'm with some hood girls lookin' back at it
And a good girl in my tax bracket (Uh)
Got a black card that'll let Saks have it
These Chanel bags is a bad habit
I-I do balls, Dal Mavericks
My Maybach, black matted (Uh)
Bitch, never left but I'm back at it
And I'm feelin' myself, jack rabbit
Feelin' myself, back off
'Cause I'm feelin' myself, jack off (Uh)
He be thinking about me when he whacks off
Wax on? (Wax off)
National anthem, hats off
Then I curve that nigga, like a bad toss (Uh)
Lemme get a number two, with some Mac sauce
"On The Run Tour" With my mask off
I'm feelin' myself, I'm feelin' myself, I'm feelin' my
Feelin' myself, I'm feelin' myself, I'm feelin' my, feelin' my
Feelin' myself, I'm feelin' myself, I'm feelin' my
Feelin' myself, I'm feelin' myself, I'm feelin' my
Changed the game with that digital drop
Know where you was when that digital popped
I stopped the world
Male or female, it make no difference, I stop the world
World stop...
Carry on
Kitty on fleek, pretty on fleek (Uh)
Pretty gang always keep them niggas on geek
Ridin' through Texas (Texas), feed him for his breakfast
Everytime I whip it, I be talkin' so reckless
He said, "Damn Nicki it's tight"
I say, "Yeah nigga you right" (Uh)
He said, "Damn, bae, you so little but you be really takin' that pipe"
I said, "Yes daddy I do, gimme brain like NYU" (Uh)
I said, "Teach me, nigga, teach me
All this learnin' here is by you" (Uhn!)
I'm whippin' that work
He diggin' that work
I got it, 36 of that real
Panky full of that bounce, baby
Come get you some of that bounce, baby
I'm feelin' myself, I'm feelin' myself, I'm feelin' my (Uh)
Feelin' myself, I'm feelin' myself, I'm feelin' my, feelin' my
Feelin' myself, I'm feelin' myself, I'm feelin' my (Uh)
Feelin' myself, I'm feelin' myself, I'm feelin' my
Cookin' up that base (Base), lookin' like a kilo (Kilo)
He just wanna taste (Taste), biggin' up my ego (Ego)
(Ridin' through Texas...) Ridin'-ridin' through Texas
Smoke it all off, talkin' bout that high-grade
Baby, hold up, I can kill your migraine...
(Ridin' through Texas...) Ridin'-ridin' through Texas
Bitches ain't got punchlines or flow
I have both and an empire also
Keep gettin' gifts from Santa Claus at the North Pole
Today I'm icy, but I'm prayin' for some more snow
Let that ho-ho, let that ho know (He in love...)
He in love with that coco
Why these bitches don't never be learnin'?
You bitches will never get what I be earnin' (Uh)
I'm still gettin' plaques, from my records that's urban
Ain't gotta rely on top 40, I am a rap legend
Just go ask the Kings of Rap, who is the Queen and things of that
Nature? Look at my finger
That is a glacier, hits like a laser...
Drippin' on that work, trippin' off that perc
Flippin' up my skirt and I be whippin' all that work
Takin' trips with all them ki's, car keys got B's (Uh)
Stingin' with the Queen Bey and we be whippin' all of that D
'Cause we dope girls we flawless
We the poster girls for all this (Uh)
We run around with them ballers
Only real niggas in my call list
I'm the big kahuna, go let them whores know (Uh)
Just on this song alone, bitch is on her fourth flow
Rrrr!
You like it don't you? Snitches!
Young Money
Yeah, skrrt
M-M-M-Murda
Motorsport, yeah, put that thing in sport (skrrt, skrrt)
Shawty bad (bad), pop her like a cork (pop it)
You a dork, never been a sport (dork, yeah)
Pull up (woo, woo), jumpin' out the court
Cotton candy (drink), my cup tastes like the fair (cotton)
Straight up there (where?), we didn't take the stairs (where?)
Faced my fears (fears) gave my mama tears (mama)
Shiftin' gears (shift,) on the Nawf, get serious (serious)
Face all your fears, then get at me
Hit so many donuts on them backstreets
Sit so high in the nosebleeds (yeah)
Feel like I can fly, yeah
Xans, Perky, check (yeah) Bill Belichick
Take the air out the ball, just so I can flex
Take the air out the mall, walk in with the sacks
Take the air out your broad (hey), now she can't go back
Xans, Perky, check (yeah) Bill Belichick
Take the air out the ball (yeah), just so I can flex
Take the air out the mall (hey), walk in with the sacks
Take the air out your broad (woo, woo, woo, E)
Offset (Uh)
The coupe came imported (hey)
This season's Off-white, come and snorted (white)
Green Lamborghini, a tortoise (Lambo)
No human being, I'm immortal (no)
Patek and A.P. full of water (Patek)
Hundred K, I spend on my señora (racks)
My pinky on margarine, butter (margarine)
And my ears got McDonald's nuggets (ayy)
Soon as I land on the Leer (whew)
Piguets, they wet, tears ('guets)
488, hit the gears (488)
Suicide doors, Britney Spears
I'm boujee, so bitch, don't get near (boujee)
Criss Angel, make dope disappear (voila)
Hit the gas, it got flames out the rears (skrrt)
It's a race to the bag, get the mills (hey)
Ride the dick like a BMX
No nigga wanna be my ex (no)
I love when he go on tour
'Cause he cums more when I see him less
I get upset off, I turn Offset on
I told him the other day
Man, we should sell that porn
Yeah, Cardi B, I'm back, bitches
I don't wanna hear I'm actin' different (yeah)
Same lips that be talkin' 'bout me
Is the same lips that be ass kissin'
These hoes ain't what they say they are
And they pussy stink, they catfishin' (stank)
Same hoes that was sendin' shots
They reachin' out like they back itchin'
Why would I hop in some beef? (Why?)
When I could just hop in a Porsche?
You heard she, gon' do what, from who?
That's not a reliable source
So tell me have you seen her?
Let me wrap my weave up
I'm the trap Selena
Dame más gasolina (skrrt)
Motorsport, yeah, put that thing in sport (skrrt, skrrt)
Shawty bad (bad), pop her like a cork (pop it)
You a dork, never been a sport (dork, yeah)
Pull up (woo, woo), jumpin' out the court (court, jump)
Uh, yo, watch your man
Then you should watch your mouth
Bitches is pressed, administer mouth to mouth
You see them stats, you know what I am about
I am the champ, I'm Iron Mikin' about
Attention, I'ma need you to face front
You don't wanna smoke with me, this is a laced blunt
Rap's Jackie Chan, we ain't pullin' them fake stunts
My crown won't fit on your bum ass lace fronts (uh)
You bitches catchin' a fade, shout out my nigga Lil' Boosie
All of your friends'll be dead, you can get hit with that Uzi
I call him Ricky, he say he love me like Lucy
Get you a straw nigga, you know this pussy is juicy
This Givenchy is custom made, now you can't get it at Saks though
I don't work in no office, but they copyin' and that's facts though
I ain't tryna be violent, but if Nicki on it, it slaps, hoe
Get you lined for that paper, like a loose leaf, when that strap blow
I'm with a couple bad bitches that'll rip the party
If Quavo the QB, I'm Nick Lombardi
Pull up in the space coupe, I done linked with Marty
I can actually afford to get a pink Bugatti
"Aye yo Nick, didn't you just do a hit with Gotti?"
That too, but my niggas send hits like Gotti
It's a wrap, like the things on the head of a Saudi
Bitch, you my son, go and sit on the potty (rrrr)
Brand new Chanels (Chanels)
I scuffed 'em runnin' from 12 (12)
Ain't make no commitment with none of you bitches
'Cause money is treatin' me well (uh uh)
If Nicki should show me her titty
Right hand on the Bible
I swear I won't tell (swear)
If I get to play with that kitty
I wonder how many platinums we gon' sell (albums)
Pop a Perc and catch a feel (I pop one)
Now I cannot feel the wheel (woah)
My chest bad, give me chills
And the left hand on Richard Mille (ice)
Not the watch, but the price on the ice
If you don't know what that is (huh)
Motorsport, motorville
Abort the mission, that's a kill (pew, pew, brrr)
Motorsport, yeah, put that thing in sport (skrrt, skrrt)
Shawty bad (bad), pop her like a cork (pop it)
You a dork, never been a sport (dork, yeah)
Pull up (woo, woo), jumpin' out the court (court jump)
Cotton candy (drink), my cup tastes like the fair (cotton)
Straight up there (where?) we didn't take the stairs (where?)
Faced my fears (fears) gave my mama tears (mama)
Shiftin' gears (shift,) on the Nawf, get serious (serious)
Girl, yeah, yeah
I wish my grandma could see me (grandma)
Take away, pain ain't easy (pain)
That's why I fire up a bleezy (fire)
Niggas not cappin' this season
I was wrong and you were right
If I was yours and you were mine
But it was all good (yeah)
You were gone and I was back
And I was good and you were bad
But it was all good
'Cause I'm an addict, I'm your patient
Your lips are the medication
Come here baby, yeah, you know just what I want
You got that
Bom bidi bom bom bom bom bom
Bom bidi bom bom
You give me bad bad love
But I love it baby
Love me all night long
If you want baby, like
Bom bidi bom bom bom bom bom
Bom bidi bom bom bom
'Cause you're a bad bad girl
But I love it baby
Love me all night long
If you want baby, yeah
Bom bodi bom bode bode bom bom
Bom bodi bom bode bode bom bom
Bom bodi bom bode bode bom bom
Bom bodi bom bode bode bom bom
You played it front, I played it back
You be the first, I be the last
I call it good love
Every kiss and every touch
It's like a hit ain't enough
I call it good love
'Cause I'm an addict, I'm your patient
Your lips are the medication
Come here baby, yeah, you know just what I want
You got that
Bom bidi bom bom bom bom bom
Bom bidi bom bom
You give me bad bad love
But I love it baby
Love me all night long
If you want baby, like
Bom bidi bom bom bom bom bom
Bom bidi bom bom bom
'Cause you're a bad bad girl
But I love it baby
Love me all night long
If you want baby, yeah
Bom bodi bom bode bode bom bom
Bom bodi bom bode bode bom bom
Bom bodi bom bode bode bom bom
Yo, b-b-b-b-bye, b-b-b-b-bye
He said, if he can't hit my bullseye, he'd rather die
He put it on me better than any other guy
He said, he need a bad bitch with an alibi
Yo, give me the muny, the yen and the pesos
Sext me on the beach in Turks and Caicos
I give him that work, that twerk, that slay hoes
Sippin' Grey Goose, and pushin' that grey ghost
Uh, assume the position when you see a bad one
The D so good, he just got a And 1
I'm about to blow, and I ain't talking Samsung
I'm about to show him what I do with that tongue
Bom bidi bom bom bom bom bom
Bom bidi bom bom
You give me bad bad love
But I love it baby
Love me all night long
If you want baby, like
Bom bidi bom bom bom bom bom
Bom bidi bom bom bom
'Cause you're a bad bad girl
But I love it baby
Love me all night long
If you want baby, yeah
Bom bodi bom bode bode bom bom
Bom bodi bom bode bode bom bom
Bom bodi bom bode bode bom bom
B-b-b-b-bye, b-b-b-b-bye
He tryna bless me like his rabbi-bi
B-b-b-b-bye
Uh
Murda on the beat so it's not nice!
Tiki Taki, Spanish mami, she a hot tamale (Hot)
Make her spend that money, dummy, go retarded for me (Pop it)
Pop it, pop it, she get started, she won't ever stop it
Little thottie, got her rowdy, choosing everybody
Splish, splash, Apple Bottoms make that ass fat
She got that wet wet, got me blowing through this whole bag (bag)
She got B's, spend some cheese, now they double D's
Thought I had to free, kick her out, my mama coming home at three
Ho thicker-thicker-thicker than a fuckin' Snicker
Drug dealer, professional pot whipper
In the winter, buy your ho a chinchilla (Grrr)
I just bought my bitch them Kylie Jenner lip fillers
Man, oh my God
She Instagram famous but she can't keep a job (Ooh)
Man, oh my God
Swipe her 30-inch weave on her sugar daddy card (Ooh)
Man, oh my God
Her doctor got her busting out her motherfuckin' bra (Mmm)
Man, oh my God
She Uber to a nigga with no car
Talking about the relish, I do not embellish
Jacket got wings, True's got propellers
Gave all my old Margielas to my boy Marcellas
Pulled up with no laces, had the whole block jealous
Oh, Jesus Christ, I don't need advice
Wild nigga life, tell 'em read my rights
Man it hot tonight, look out with my ice
15 in the game, baby girl, I got stripes (man)
Ka-Ka-Kanye dressed me up like a doll
Then I hit 6iine, tell him give me the ball
Bitch, this the dream team, magic as I recall
Whole squad on point, bunch of Chris Pauls (Chris Pauls)
I was out in Spain rockin' a Medusa head
I ain't never have to give a rap producer head
If I do though, I'ma write a book like Supahead
This ain't wonder that I'm making, this that super bread
Splish, splash, fuck him in a hurry, quick, fast
Still a pink wig, thick ass, whiplash
Got him cummin', cummin', Roger, over, dispatch
Said my box is the best, he met his match
I got all these bitches wantin' to be Barbie dolls
Barbie dreamhouse, pink and purple marble walls
Pull-Pull up in that Barbie 'Rari, finna bury y'all
She threw dirt on my name, ended up at her own burial
Kanye dressed me up like a doll
Then I hit 6iine, tell him give me the ball
Bitch, this the dream team, magic as I recall
Whole squad on point, bunch of Chris Pauls
Ka-Ka-Kanye dressed me up like a doll
Then I hit 6iine, tell him give me the ball
Bitch, this the dream team, Fif' is on call
Whole squad on point, bunch of Chris Pauls (Chris Pauls)
Tiki Taki, Spanish mami, she a hot tamale (Hot)
Make her spend that money, dummy, go retarded for me (Pop it)
Pop it, pop it, she get started, she won't ever stop it
Little thottie, got her rowdy, choosing everybody