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BADA BING!
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Hip-Hop/Rap
BADA BING! was released on October 7, 2024 by INCREDIBILITY as a part of the album THEY ALWAYS COME AROUND.
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Release DateOctober 7, 2024
LabelINCREDIBILITY
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM64

Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
B.Hudson
B.Hudson
Songwriter

Lyrics

What I would do to you in that sundress and those white nails,
I dodge nightmares in real life when I reach out and you right there
Don't fight fair, not to be crass, I got ya gushin they tree sap
And no not even they kneecaps is off limits I'm street savvy
I'm preem caviar wit da froisgrois,
Wit da shit get da shit like voila,
Keep the tips dipped in French like tada,
Keep ya flipped up and tucked like bada bing!
Fuck da room up it stink like Prada
Shit just turned to a full blown saga
What could make this better not a thing
It's seein shit for the first time,
It's like bein fine was yo birthright,
And we make it work but that girth tight,
You got me off of this earth, I
Love that shit in the worst way,
And I knew that shit on the first day, when I only had yo first name
What I would do to them if they ever tried to take my shit
I'd prolly lock up and load em and unload em all wit like five clips, a piece
Cuz you are a peace that I never felt,
You are a peace that I know gimme better health
That doesn't mean that you don't got it comin
Now lay back I make you melt like you ain't never melt
Wit respect this is veteran shit,
I'm convinced it get no better than this
Nevertheless hope its forever bliss
Feelings for you come wit deep reverence
Where did I miss? Shit I hit the bulls eye,
Fuck all the standards let's live us a full life
Goddesses don't have to listen to shit
Or do anything that ain't commissioner shit
Whose shits this, you fuckin right
And don't you forget it did something right
And we cut ties wit that dead weight,
Can't carry shit when them legs shake
Success rate 100 when it come to makin them beds break
Good ol' competition let's see who can get the most checkmates
And you can be so fuckin ravenous
Just to compaarre they passion to us
Oh my God, that would be blasphemous
Don't even compaarre they rations to us
And all of these boogie nights,
Look they shook me right let the cookies light
Let the curtains open let the rookies write notes
Sing to me when ya hit ya high notes
A pussy like this don't need to buy votes,
Man like me I need the Bible
Still I need to feed ya, tribal
It depends on my survival
What ya know nother reprisal
Recycle da dick (aaahhh)
Used to it, still in denial not you spiraling
Wit da snap back and run that back,
That shit just like black magic
That temporary paralysis the only time I act static
Charged gone so far I'm all the way to Mars
Took it to heart when i said all this could be ours
Written by: B.Hudson
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