Bomb Bae!

Jean Deaux

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    Look at my gold, check, necklace, check
    Tatted bitch talkin' real reckless, yes
    Everything I do epic, blessed
    No ups and you'll get the message

    Everybody talkin' bout bezels (bezels)
    Everybody drip just drizzle (drizzle)
    Bitch, go to work, you can't clock me
    Clock in 'cause you're on the schedule (yeah)

    If they go crazy, then I'ma goku (uh-huh)
    Bitch glowed up like goku (goku)
    Daddy's all meat and no tofu (tofu)
    Boss gon' detox, he likes them whole foods

    Stash diamonds in that payless (payless)
    'Tween your reeboks and nice shoes (nice shoes)
    Now I re-up on the bullshit (bullshit)
    Sendin' them home like a curfew (oh)

    I'm with mrs. Smith and that smith and wesson (woah)
    Bitch, I'm the answer, you out the question
    Heat up the scene and they steady pressin'
    I'm on the green like my salad dressing

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    Dry ice, the diamonds on freeze (freeze)
    When he make me come, I'ma cream on the cheese (uh)
    You can be rich, but you cannot get these
    I'm one-on-one like this shit on my feet, ooh

    Just give me rum like bombay
    And he gon' eat it up (eat it up) 'cause he know it's gourmet (gourmet)
    I'm up in that bitch head, séance
    But you know I want bread, bae, I need it homemade (homemade)

    Quit the retail, not done braggin', so (no)
    I'll get 'em higher than crack rock
    If he give me lip, I'ma crack jaw
    I cannot play with that nigga, not at all (at all)

    At they neck with a hacksaw
    Ted bundy on these hoes
    Servin' these flows for c-notes
    I'm in my undies, but money get dressed and it re-post

    Eatin' yummy à la mode (mode)
    Eatin' bums, I'm in beast mode (yah)
    You know what the fuck goin' on (goin' on)
    Find out when you decode the g code

    Your baby daddy crazy, I think that nigga in love
    I'm a big mama, still don't give a mother fuck
    And I might get some head
    Depend if we drink all this liquor then hiccup

    Hoes be smilin', I can't trust her
    She wanna know if I'm fuckin' her nigga
    Don't talk crazy, I'ma be inchin' up
    Like ridin' a boa constrictor
    These hoes can't rap, I know she suck
    I could eat his good spitter, so hit her

    Just give me rum like bombay
    And he gon' eat it up (eat it up) 'cause he know it's gourmet (gourmet)
    I'm up in that bitch head, séance
    But you know I want bread, bae, I need it homemade (homemade)

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    Composición: Brittany Petty

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