Back to Top

shouldve wore a bonnet Video (MV)






21 Savage - shouldve wore a bonnet Lyrics
Official




Lovin' you is all that I have to do (yeah)
I don't wanna do anything else
I don't wanna do anything else, baby, baby

Drop your dot, you know I'm comin'
Lace front f*cked up, you should've wore your bonnet
Runnin' from me, runnin' from me
Runnin' from me, runnin' from me

Drop the lo', I'm comin'
I already know it's runnin' for me
Girl, it's truly a blessin'
You can make all the mess that you want
And that's all that I want
Is for you to run
Runnin' like a faucet
Don't give a f*ck 'bout where you goin' (woah, yeah)

Workin' even on your days off (yeah, yeah)
Body right, everything soft (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Two shots, she don't really talk
Business card, show 'em you the boss
We can take a jet to see the world
I know that you a small city girl (21, 21)
I know niggas in your DM
She don't wanna be your BM
Who them niggas? Shit, we them
No cap, kizzy or a brim
Late night, grippin' off her Skims
Wintertime, I got on my Timbs
Make a baby, listenin' to Tems (21)
These bitches call me Sugar Ray
I might ball, but nigga, I don't play
Call a Uber, she done overstayed
Every hour, new one on the way
Pop shit, I'm straight up out the A
Hot shit, come up out the K
My lil' brother got more masks than Ye
I wanna feel your stomach (21)
Grab the sheets, I wanna see you runnin' (on God)
Runnin' from me, runnin'
Runnin' from me, runnin'

Drop your dot, you know I'm comin'
Lace front f*cked up, you should've wore your bonnet
Runnin' from me, runnin' from me (21)
Runnin' from me, runnin'

Drop the lo', I'm comin'
I already know it's runnin' for me
Girl, it's truly a blessin'
You can make all the mess that you want (on God)
And that's all that I want
Is for you to run (yeah)
Runnin' like a faucet
Don't give a f*ck 'bout where you goin' (on God)

When I come around, you'll know (yeah, you know)
Have your head right, just goin' down for show (that's on God)
F*ck where you bed at, bitch, get down on the floor (21, 21)
Runnin' from me (21, 21)

Drop your dot, you know I'm comin'
Lace front f*cked up, you should've wore your bonnet
Runnin' from me, runnin' from me
Runnin' from me, runnin'

Lovin' you is all that I have to do
I don't wanna do anything else
Listen, baby
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

[ Correct these Lyrics ]

We currently do not have these lyrics. If you would like to submit them, please use the form below.


We currently do not have these lyrics. If you would like to submit them, please use the form below.




Lovin' you is all that I have to do (yeah)
I don't wanna do anything else
I don't wanna do anything else, baby, baby

Drop your dot, you know I'm comin'
Lace front f*cked up, you should've wore your bonnet
Runnin' from me, runnin' from me
Runnin' from me, runnin' from me

Drop the lo', I'm comin'
I already know it's runnin' for me
Girl, it's truly a blessin'
You can make all the mess that you want
And that's all that I want
Is for you to run
Runnin' like a faucet
Don't give a f*ck 'bout where you goin' (woah, yeah)

Workin' even on your days off (yeah, yeah)
Body right, everything soft (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Two shots, she don't really talk
Business card, show 'em you the boss
We can take a jet to see the world
I know that you a small city girl (21, 21)
I know niggas in your DM
She don't wanna be your BM
Who them niggas? Shit, we them
No cap, kizzy or a brim
Late night, grippin' off her Skims
Wintertime, I got on my Timbs
Make a baby, listenin' to Tems (21)
These bitches call me Sugar Ray
I might ball, but nigga, I don't play
Call a Uber, she done overstayed
Every hour, new one on the way
Pop shit, I'm straight up out the A
Hot shit, come up out the K
My lil' brother got more masks than Ye
I wanna feel your stomach (21)
Grab the sheets, I wanna see you runnin' (on God)
Runnin' from me, runnin'
Runnin' from me, runnin'

Drop your dot, you know I'm comin'
Lace front f*cked up, you should've wore your bonnet
Runnin' from me, runnin' from me (21)
Runnin' from me, runnin'

Drop the lo', I'm comin'
I already know it's runnin' for me
Girl, it's truly a blessin'
You can make all the mess that you want (on God)
And that's all that I want
Is for you to run (yeah)
Runnin' like a faucet
Don't give a f*ck 'bout where you goin' (on God)

When I come around, you'll know (yeah, you know)
Have your head right, just goin' down for show (that's on God)
F*ck where you bed at, bitch, get down on the floor (21, 21)
Runnin' from me (21, 21)

Drop your dot, you know I'm comin'
Lace front f*cked up, you should've wore your bonnet
Runnin' from me, runnin' from me
Runnin' from me, runnin'

Lovin' you is all that I have to do
I don't wanna do anything else
Listen, baby
[ Correct these Lyrics ]
Writer: Christopher Wood, Sheyaa Bin Abraham-Joseph, Darryl Pearson, David Patino, Donald Earle De Grate Jr, Joel Hailey, Johnny Juliano, Ronald LaTour
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.

Back to: 21 Savage


Tags:
No tags yet