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- Bïa bad side 歌詞
- Bïa
- Bia Krieger -BADSIDE （Explicit）
Written by：Bianca Landrau/Ronald La Tour
I swear if you muthaf**kas knew better
You'd do better on god ni**a
Y 'all ni**as swear you fly
You a muthaf**kin'lie
Got dammit
B**ch a**ni**as know it
Though ain't nobody seein 'BIA
I don't give a f**k who it is
Sia Lia Ria Cria whatever ni**a
Ain't nobody seein'her
I put a bag on that sh* t
F**k ya a bag hoe
You can't even get that lil weak a**
Get back lil b**ch get back
Cardo still trappin'off a iPad
Screen dead broke we could see though
Why you still checkin'on my bag
Keep ya eyes on ya own C-Notes
Old hoes bitin'on my swag
Still nobody I'd rather be though
Say you been movin'them bricks
Still claimin'you the sh*t like yeah ni**a we know
F**k wit'me aye
F**k wit'me aye
F**k wit'me aye
F**k wit'me
Hoe I got grown women
They feelin'like mini-me's
Hoe I got my homegirls
That turned into frienemies
Don't f**k wit'my badside
Don't f**k up my energy
They can't buy no opinions
Can' t cash checks with the jealousy
B**ch I feel like Brady
Been fightin'the odds 'cause they hate me
Someone tell 'em that I won
Someone tell 'em I'm the one
Someone tell 'em they should thank me
Aye
Gucci down Gucci down
Only time I'm feelin'snakey
Wipe me down wipe me down
B** ch I'm wavy like in the navy
Say she don't go both ways
But a b**ch'll go gay for Rihanna
Yellow diamonds all on my arm
Got me feelin' like Grey Poupon
In the wraith in my yard
Only place I see stars aye
Onthe run from the law
The only way I'm at large
Cardo still trappin'off a iPad
Screen dead broke we could see though
Why you still checkin'on my bag
Keep ya eyes on ya own C-Notes
Old hoes bitin'on my swag
Still nobody I'd rather be though
Say you been movin'them bricks
Still claimin'you the sh* t like yeah ni**a we know
F**k wit'me aye
F**k wit'me aye
F**k wit'me aye
F**k wit 'me
Boy you ain't no goal for me
You not in my pedigree
So I cannot f**k wit'ya
We ain't got the chemistry
'Cause you just a broke boy
I laugh in the bank like a parody
How you look fake as yo diamonds
I can see just by the clarity
I'd rather be rich than famous
Till they knowin'what my name is
Christian Chanel is my fragrance
Blowin'money could you blame us
Still ain't never ever change up
Never ever let my reign up
6rings on my fingers
Runnin'LA like a Laker Sheesh
Cardo still trappin'off a iPad
Screen dead broke we could see though
Why you still checkin'on my bag
Keep ya eyes on ya own C-Notes
Old hoes bitin'on my swag
Still nobody I'd rather be though
Say you been movin'them bricks
Still claimin'you the sh*t like yeah ni**a we know
F**k wit'me aye
F**k wit'me aye
F**k wit'me aye
F**k wit'me
F**k wit'me aye
F**k wit'me aye
F**k wit'me aye
F**k wit'me
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