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Flo Milli - Bed Time (Audio)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Flo Milli
Flo Milli
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Tamia Carter
Tamia Carter
Songwriter
Tramaine Winfrey
Tramaine Winfrey
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
YoungFyre
YoungFyre
Producer
Ashley Jacobson
Ashley Jacobson
Engineer
Flo Ongonga
Flo Ongonga
Mixing Engineer
Chris Athens
Chris Athens
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

She think she funny, well, bitch I'm hilarious Ho, keep it cute, before I embarass ya I think it's crazy how they play the narrative Fuck what they mind, I don't get out of the character Uh, wait, I be heatin' up, I gotta reload Hatin' ass nigga, he ain't fucking with my ego Thirty inches, got me feelin' Filipino Name hold weight like a boat full of kilos, uh Ain't no need for wastin' time When I see you out in public, bitch yo ass is mine (bitch) You can get away from me offline But when you walk up in the club, you'll be back in the bind They ain't tell you I was one of a kind Got these bitches tryna copy on the front of they mind, uh You hate before you brush your teeth (uh) I ride yo' nigga face to sleep (yeah) I might fuck around and make the headlines Make a ho go night-night like it's bedtime (bedtime, bedtime, bedtime) Bedtime (bedtime, bedtime, bedtime) Bedtime (bedtime) I might fuck around and make the headlines Make a ho go night-night like it's bedtime (zzz-zzz, bedtime, bedtime) Bedtime (zzz-zzz, bedtime, bedtime) Knock a bitch out to teach her a lesson Swear to God, I can't go back and forth with none of you peasants Made a mil' at twenty years old, you never would guess it How you hatin' and you dead broke, that shit is depressin' I'm way too cold, my diamonds baguetted Could never compete with a soul, I'm not that invested Yeah, your ho gon' do what she told, she don't wanna test me My mama'll beat a bitch up, that shit is genetic I think I got a fetish, I get under hos skin, but they ain't diabetic (uh) But look, I mean it's just my aesthetic If he put the dick on me, he'll never regret it What the fuck I look like tryna beef wit' you You just a rabid ass ho, I gotta tell you the truth I got rich ass niggas, tryna cuff on me And you a bum broke ho, I bet you fuck for free Dumb ass bitch I might fuck around and make the headlines Make a ho go night-night like it's bedtime (bedtime, bedtime, bedtime) Bedtime (bedtime, bedtime, bedtime) Bedtime (bedtime) I might fuck around and make the headlines Make a ho go night-night like it's bedtime (zzz-zzz, bedtime, bedtime, bedtime) Bedtime (zzzz-zzzz, bedtime, bedtime) Oh, oh You bitches thought it was over You bitches thought it was over It ain't never over, ho I hate that bitch Every time I see her, I'ma shank that bitch, ah-ah I hate that bitch Every time I see her, I'ma shank that bitch, ah-ah I'ma take a soul, put a nigga in a trance Keep a shooter with me, Draco make him do a dance Wake them hos up like Tanisha with the pants Why they sleepin' on me, I don't even understand I hate that bitch Every time I see her I'ma shank that bitch, ah-ah I hate that bitch Every time I see her, I'ma shank that bitch (bedtime) I might fuck around and make the headlines Make a ho go night-night like it's bedtime (zzz-zzz, bedtime, bedtime, bedtime) Bedtime (zzz-zzzz, bedtime)
Writer(s): Tramaine Winfrey, Tamia Monique Sr Carter Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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