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We packin' Diamond Pistols Bad bitch got feelings, she don't catch none (she don't catch none) Red pill, blue pill, you don't take one (ah, ah) And I like the way she work, she won't fake none (she won't fake none) Talk to her like, boo'd up first, move that skirt Throw chips at her and she make that neck work, like, ah She gon' say what she want, she gon' back it up No bad blood, but she bad enough And she could do it all night, she got stamina She gimme good brain, she doin' algebra And why you actin' ice cold, thought you knew me? I'm right here but you lookin' right through me She got me thinkin' there's a spark Then she pull the plug, lights out, she go dark (ah) Lil' momma cool, calm, she don't say much Only hit the plug for a re-up (ah) Always got my intention, mira Baby clear-headed like freezer (ah, woo-woo) Lil' board in the box, the bitch Candy Land Baby missin' all of the nerves, I call her Ativan Gonna leave you on read just like The Anchorman Doin' lines with zeros, Lindsay Lohan Bad bitch got feelings, she don't catch none (she don't catch none) Red pill, blue pill, you don't take one (ah, ah) And I like the way she work, she won't fake none (she won't fake none) Talk to her like, boo'd up first, move that skirt Throw chips at her and she make that neck work, like, ah She a California girl, she my Westworld She makin' moves like a chess board She top me off like a fresh pour Then she ice me, "Like, what we gotta text for?" She got me in my head like a whippet She wanna go again right away, we just finished We been up three days, goin' crazy, no sleep It's like you don't even miss it Make me come back like FILA She got fire neck, she tequila Throwin' that shit back (huh), Maria, Maria Slide to her harder than a Visa Doin' more bars than Genius The voice in my head like Joaquin Phoenix Grabbin' on my (shh) Come home, pop out, already top out Hit her with the glove and I make that bitch knock out Bad bitch got feelings, she don't catch none (she don't catch none) Red pill, blue pill, you don't take one (ah, ah) And I like the way she work, she won't fake none (she won't fake none) Talk to her like, boo'd up first, move that skirt Throw chips at her and she make that neck work, like, ah
Writer(s): Christian Dold, Noel Miller, Cody Kolodziejzyk Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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