Testi

[Verse 1]
Wrist lookin' like it been dipped
Script lookin' like it been flipped
Pull up in that foreign, my God
Please say it ain't true
Had to go and cop two, hell no, we can't fit in that
[Verse 2]
Top dropped off on my whip
Yellow and that purple on mix
Copped my bitch from the tropics
Takin' shots, pourin' bottle after bottle after bottle
Hell no, we ain't sippin' that
Wild ones, like we fresh out the cage
Showtime, baby, fresh off the stage
Bad lil' mama, fresh off the page
Front like you love, but you know that you hate it
Yeah, you know no better
Yeah, you know no better
Yeah, you know no better
Ooh
[Verse 3]
Yeah, you know no better
Say you different, who you kidding?
Yeah, you know no better
Ooh, save that talk for the ones
Who don't know no better
'Cause baby, I know you better ('Cause baby, I know no better)
Baby, I know you better (I know)
Baby, I know you better
Written by: Brittany Hazzard, Camila Cabello, Henry Allen, Jacques Bermon Webster II, Philip Meckseper, Quavious Marshall, Thomas Wesley Pentz
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