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Bëd Side
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I done poured a deuce inside my ExoticPop, and took a Perc' and took a X today
And the fent Perc'll leave you smacked up, like a truck, like it hit you both ways
When you cross the road, you look both ways, yeah (Zach, you killed this)
I took the Cayenne to the westside (Skrrt)
She like when I hit it, yeah-yeah, from the bed side
All my diamonds flawless, yessir
Where you keep that Glock? The bed side (Phew)
And she told me that she like it when I hit it from the left side
I guess a broken heart is a fresh wound
But my baby, she a fresh womb
She drank that nut up, she choke too
Buy that bitch everything brand-new, 'cause she just be doin' what she s'posed to
They be copyin' swag like a sensor
Diamonds all bloody red, yeah, yeah, like a red bottom or her period
How that turn into the issue? Well, you don't wanna listen to nothin' I say
And every time I nut in my bae, when I nut on her face, shut up, nothin' to say
I gotta ask her to take a Plan B by today (Drank up)
She wanna hit the Vivienne Westwood, when I'm on Melrose
Spankin' that shit from the back and the side, she bent over, yeah, she touch her toes
Outside with these racks on me, outside, but it's an inside day
I got Vivienne, we right here, woah, none of that shit matter anyway
Do it in any weather, do it in any state
Can't fuck with the twelve, can't fuck with the jakes
Racks got 'em doing what I say
Take the bat out like a kid on a sunny day
I hate being rich, I ain't been the same
I'ma do the same shit everyday
Everything flawless, never make mistakes
Used to eat them noodles, now I'm eatin' steak
Sun scene, bitch, at Nobu with my bae
I can't chase a bitch, bitch, I bank with Chase
What expensive taste? You ain't gettin' paid (Yeah)
Droppin' ten, but makin' twenty everyday
Feelin' like droppin' deuces in my lemonade with a double cup from 7-Eleven
Yeah, you ain't 'bout to get money, bitches really be 'bout bluffin'
Bob The Builder, boy, you fake like a cartoon, you ain't really nothin' (Ah)
Bitch, I really woke up, took a Tesla, then I took a Perc', I get to Elon Musk-ing (Skrrt)
More than half the bitches that you rap about, that-that you cap about really be musty
They told me to let the tarantulas out of the cage, and they can't even get in
And every time I went and doubled back-back the assumption, I knew I was right there with 'em
Can't even go make a song with nobody, 'cause they don't wanna hop on and get embarrassed by me
Yeah, fuck the jakes, fuck the law, fuck the twelve, fuck the world, ayy
My brother told me that the opp hood been playin' me, but it's all okay
Told him that I don't care about nothin', I could die now, die today
And the fent Perc'll leave you smacked up, like a truck hit you comin' both ways
I took the Cayenne to the westside (Skrrt)
She like when I hit it, yeah-yeah, from the bed side
All my diamonds flawless, yessir
Where you keep that Glock? The bed side (Phew)
And she told me that she like it when I hit it from the left side
I guess a broken heart is a fresh wound
But my baby, she a fresh womb
She drank that nut up, she choke too
Buy that bitch everything brand-new, 'cause she just be doin' what she s'posed to
They be copyin' swag like a sensor
Diamonds all bloody red, yeah, yeah, like a red bottom or her period
How that turn into the issue? Well, you don't wanna listen to nothin' I say
And every time I nut in my bae, when I nut on her face, shut up, nothin' to say
I gotta ask her to take a Plan B by today (Drank up)
She wanna hit the Vivienne Westwood, when I'm on Melrose
Spankin' that shit from the back and the side, she bent over, yeah, she touch her toes