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MADISON B
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Uh
He like, "Damn, lil' mami, yeah, you fine as hell"
I got Ricky on the feet and the bag Chanel (Uh-huh)
Lip gloss so sweet, I don't kiss and tell
YSL, got shooters outside as well
Vybz Kartel, bitches only be my biggest fan
And I get everything I want 'cause I can
Pretty in the real life, pretty pon the 'Gram
I fi turn a good boy into a freak badmon
Make him weak, say he wan fi come catch a lil' wine
Bum-bum inna di clip, watch the place get right
Bad gyal, dutty bitch, say that me a his type
Put a ring pon my finger, wake up, turn into a wife
Locked in, everybody knows what's poppin'
Tell a hatin' ho to shut up and stop the talkin'
Conversations gettin' juicy 'cause I'm the topic
Eat 'em up leave no crumbs, got these bitches starvin'
Young, turnt, lit, and I'm put up
On these bitches' necks 'til my foot up
Skin smooth, flawless, call me Huda
Hate a bum broke nigga, Mr. Shoulda Coulda Woulda
All these niggas think I'm sweet, but I could
Never give 'em sugar
Bring the pressure, bring the heat, but
I ain't talking 'bout the cookin'
I, I, I, I like Chanely and the Prada
Have my Spanish nigga fly me out to Guatemala
Tell me, are you ready, babe? (Ooh)
I could be your sweet escape (Ooh-ooh-ah,ah-ah-ah)
Uh, tell me what you want, (ah-ah, ah)
You got a long way to go, please believe me
This was never easy
Uh, forty-inch jet black down my back
You know I keep a rich nigga, let me hold your stack
I'ma keep it humble 'cause I don't like to brag
But I know that I'm the baddest thar you ever had
Ass fat, so he wanna eat it up like a Lunchable
Grab my hair, spin me 'round, Mrs. Trunchbull
Keep him on his toes if he start to act comfortable
Play with them, don't play with me, you know
I'm not one of those
Make him weak, say he wan fi come catch a lil' wine
Bum-bum inna di clip, watch the place get right
Bad gyal, dutty bitch, say that me a his type
Put a ring pon my finger, wake up, turn into a wife
I might
Do all of the things you wanna do tonight
Face card, baby, and mi pum-pum tight
Me wan fi ride pon ya body like a bike
Body right, fitness, baby, everything nice, nice, nice
N-n-nice, nice, nice
And mi pum-pum tight, tight, tight
Everything nice, nice, nice
N-n-nice
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