Bad bitch and she f*ck with me, I just might bag that
Assassin, my niggas keep them missiles just like Baghdad
And the fashion, she love my fashion, she say I'm flashy
Going batshit, 200 on the dash when we ride in that scat
She wanna get her lil' lashes done, she first she could never be last
Bought that lil bitch a lil' Birkin bag, now she wanna ride in first class
(Ooh)
She wanna have my baby, thinkin' this hoe crazy
(Ooh)
Sippin' that Actavis, I swear I get so lazy
Hellcat, I drift that bitch, I'm not tryna crash up into shit
She love that, I ice out that hoe wrist might buy her an outfit
I'm countin' Racks on Racks,
And I'm rockin' Rick Owens
We goin' back to back
Me and Cire, yeah we glowing
I see that shit, you totin'
You ain't on nothing yeah you ain't totin
I can tell you talking bull, yea show receipts you ain't showin
Money stackin, just like Jenga it like Domino
I be talking about real women, you be talking hoes
All of my twins they rockin with me you's not my bro
We gon' do you like how truckers smoking Marlboros
Yea, yea, yea, yea, she too fine
She don't mind I check the schedule, I'mma make the time
I ain't dreaming right, you ain't do it, that's a crime
Bad bitch and she f*ck with me, I just might bag that
Assassin, my niggas keep them missiles just like Baghdad
And the fashion, she love my fashion, she say I'm flashy
Going batshit, 200 on the dash when we ride in that scat
She wanna get her lil' lashes done, she first she could never be last
They keep writing' them sorry ass diss tracks about me but that shit so ass
Man
(She wanna have my baby thinkin this hoe crazy)
(Sippin on Actavis, I swear I get so lazy)
Cire - first class, (feat. dripinoy) Lyrics
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Bad bitch and she f*ck with me, I just might bag that
Assassin, my niggas keep them missiles just like Baghdad
And the fashion, she love my fashion, she say I'm flashy
Going batshit, 200 on the dash when we ride in that scat
She wanna get her lil' lashes done, she first she could never be last
Bought that lil bitch a lil' Birkin bag, now she wanna ride in first class
(Ooh)
She wanna have my baby, thinkin' this hoe crazy
(Ooh)
Sippin' that Actavis, I swear I get so lazy
Hellcat, I drift that bitch, I'm not tryna crash up into shit
She love that, I ice out that hoe wrist might buy her an outfit
I'm countin' Racks on Racks,
And I'm rockin' Rick Owens
We goin' back to back
Me and Cire, yeah we glowing
I see that shit, you totin'
You ain't on nothing yeah you ain't totin
I can tell you talking bull, yea show receipts you ain't showin
Money stackin, just like Jenga it like Domino
I be talking about real women, you be talking hoes
All of my twins they rockin with me you's not my bro
We gon' do you like how truckers smoking Marlboros
Yea, yea, yea, yea, she too fine
She don't mind I check the schedule, I'mma make the time
I ain't dreaming right, you ain't do it, that's a crime
Bad bitch and she f*ck with me, I just might bag that
Assassin, my niggas keep them missiles just like Baghdad
And the fashion, she love my fashion, she say I'm flashy
Going batshit, 200 on the dash when we ride in that scat
She wanna get her lil' lashes done, she first she could never be last
They keep writing' them sorry ass diss tracks about me but that shit so ass
Man
(She wanna have my baby thinkin this hoe crazy)
(Sippin on Actavis, I swear I get so lazy)
Assassin, my niggas keep them missiles just like Baghdad
And the fashion, she love my fashion, she say I'm flashy
Going batshit, 200 on the dash when we ride in that scat
She wanna get her lil' lashes done, she first she could never be last
Bought that lil bitch a lil' Birkin bag, now she wanna ride in first class
(Ooh)
She wanna have my baby, thinkin' this hoe crazy
(Ooh)
Sippin' that Actavis, I swear I get so lazy
Hellcat, I drift that bitch, I'm not tryna crash up into shit
She love that, I ice out that hoe wrist might buy her an outfit
I'm countin' Racks on Racks,
And I'm rockin' Rick Owens
We goin' back to back
Me and Cire, yeah we glowing
I see that shit, you totin'
You ain't on nothing yeah you ain't totin
I can tell you talking bull, yea show receipts you ain't showin
Money stackin, just like Jenga it like Domino
I be talking about real women, you be talking hoes
All of my twins they rockin with me you's not my bro
We gon' do you like how truckers smoking Marlboros
Yea, yea, yea, yea, she too fine
She don't mind I check the schedule, I'mma make the time
I ain't dreaming right, you ain't do it, that's a crime
Bad bitch and she f*ck with me, I just might bag that
Assassin, my niggas keep them missiles just like Baghdad
And the fashion, she love my fashion, she say I'm flashy
Going batshit, 200 on the dash when we ride in that scat
She wanna get her lil' lashes done, she first she could never be last
They keep writing' them sorry ass diss tracks about me but that shit so ass
Man
(She wanna have my baby thinkin this hoe crazy)
(Sippin on Actavis, I swear I get so lazy)
Writer: cire r, drip inoy
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid