Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
SL!CK Naveen
SL!CK Naveen
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Raymond Brown
Raymond Brown
Songwriter

Lyrics

Cocky flow, nerdy
Occulo-verses, wordy as ever.
Not even thirty but better than ever,
Too clever with, the rhetoric.
Knock knock (delivery, bananas)
That mean the flow hella SL!CK,
She hella thick. In any room, you’re the elephant.
I might not be the type that you’re used to baby.
Have you ever seen a freaky goodie 2-shoes?
I put the paws on you like a new clue.
Whistle while you twerkin’ for the camera,
I don’t like to share her.
I can’t even put this on the YouTube Channel.
Pretty chocolate, I’m hollin’ YOO-HOO! YOO-HOO!
Sublime, ambitions and you’re fine.
And even though you shine,
You ain’t just a dime, you’re as pretty as your mind.
Sun hit your body turn you the color of gold.
Sippin’ Long Island your touch is keeping’ it cold.
I dream it and do it,
She say she feelin’ the music,
And we don’t do plan Bs, I got 3 just to prove it.
Ain’t a thing that’s impossible it,
Just means you’ve got a lot to do now,
Just stay true, nothing stopping you,
That’s an op not an obstacle.
Long as we’re together issa good sign,
Issa B.A.D. day, but a good time.
Why don’t you,
Raise a glass and toast it to the good life.
Cause you B.A.D. aw baby we B.A.D.
Said I’m the milk, you the cookies,
My 2 shoes looking goodie
It’s not a vibe it’s a boogie,
For all the baddies and bullies, yeah.
Picture you rollin’ with me
It’s the year of the rookie
I got the team on the hoodie,
And every dream gettin’ bullied yeah.
You know the pockets sticky-icky, got the missy from the Sippi with me,
Put you in a mansion on beach in Waikiki (Waikiki)
I’m a gentle-man, can I put my hands
On that B-double O-T-Y imma palmer no keke. (No keke).
Februrary 30 flow
Cause I got the type of hustle that just doesn’t exist.
I always knew that I was gonna be rich.
I copped a cuban, had to stunt on my wrist, I like that you don’t care bout none of this SHHH!
You only ask for a rose, put you in a rolls, now look what you started.
You got yo own set of goals, and that’s why you’re goals. You get what you wanted.
House in the hills we make love on the balcony. How you believe when the rest of ‘em doubted me?
How is it you bring the best of me out of me. Swear that should be alchemy but as …
Long as we’re together issa good sign,
Issa B.A.D. day, but a good time.
Why don’t you,
Raise a glass and toast it to the good life.
Cause you B.A.D. aw baby we B.A.D.
Said I’m the milk, you the cookies,
My 2 shoes looking goodie
It’s not a vibe it’s a boogie,
For all the baddies and bullies, yeah.
Picture you rollin’ with me
It’s the year of the rookie
I got the team on the hoodie,
And every dream gettin’ bullied yeah.
Written by: Raymond Brown
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