Paroles de Wtf
Bitch bad, she a vibe, I ain't never lieMy bitch said she ain't lyin', she ain't never fly (Mm)
My bitch bad, she a vibe, I ain't never lie
My bitch said she ain't lyin'
I should wrap it green, try my luck (Uh)
First of, uh, first of all, yeah (La musica de Harry Fraud)
First of all, what the uh (What?)
First of all, what the uh, what the fuck? (Uh)
My bitch bad, she a vibe, I ain't never lie
My bitch said she ain't lyin', she ain't never fly
My bitch bad, stomach flat like TV Vlad
My bitch bad, stomach flat like a floormat when it's flat
My bitch mad, when I leave out and I be like, "I'll be back"
That Louis bag, that's my alibeebee, why would we want that?
We walk in store and ballin', but not hoopin', we don't want no stats
I'm gеttin' a lot of mouth from my new bitch, but I don't want no plaque
Yo bitch is, one, two, three, four, fivе, six, seven days a week inside
That Mercedes, we wrapped it, but it's not for me, I want it black
I spent a lot on upkeep, I forgot
I'm gettin' more mouth than duck beak, Aflac
Pocket full of blue hundies, came out with two knots (Two knots)
I keep tool out tonight, tonight
The drum get emptied like dreads pull out tonight, tonight (Pull out)
I get neck like bring the drool out tonight, tonight (Drool out)
My bitch bad, she a vibe, I ain't never lie
My bitch said she ain't lyin', she ain't never fly (Yup)
First of all, what the uh
First of all, what the uh, what the fuck?
Ready to compete, and I gotta stay ready to eat
Like I'm in the belly of the beast, niggas rally in defeat
When I'm spittin' for the alley and the streets
Soon as I have Valee on the beat, ready to get it in
Tryna decide I pick a bitch, which style do I wanna recommend
Gotta hit him on the chin, blocka, blocka and forget the pen
Fuck it, I'ma do it like this then
First of all, I be so cool, but still it do be hate (Why?)
Maybe 'cause I carry two guns in a Louis case (Or)
Maybe 'cause when girls see me, they make they booty shake (Or)
Maybe 'cause my diamonds real and all they Gucci fake (Ooh)
Maybe 'cause I get up in the mental (Yeah), go hard when I get an instrumental (Yeah)
Steppin' on the competition like a Timbo (Yeah)
When I do another rhythm with the tempo (Yeah)
Or keep it super simple and still I get my dinero
No matter because the beat make me sound like a superhero
Let the wolf out, tonight, tonight
Howlin' at the moon because it's full out, tonight, tonight
Batman coupe I'm 'bout to pull out, tonight, tonight
Valee and Twista act a fool out, tonight, tonight
Chicago
First of all, what the uh (What?)
First of all, what the uh, what the fuck? (Uh)
My bitch bad, she a vibe, I ain't never lie
My bitch said she ain't lyin', she ain't never fly
My bitch bad, stomach flat like TV Vlad
My bitch bad, stomach flat like a floormat when it's flat
My bitch mad, when I leave out and I be like, "I'll be back"
That Louis bag, that's my alibeebee, why would we want that?
We walk in store and ballin', but not hoopin', we don't want no stats
I'm gеttin' a lot of mouth from my new bitch, but I don't want no plaque
Yo bitch is, one, two, three, four, fivе, six, seven days a week inside
That Mercedes, we wrapped it, but it's not for me, I want it black
I spent a lot on upkeep, I forgot
I'm gettin' more mouth than duck beak, Aflac
Pocket full of blue hundies, came out with two knots (Two knots)
I keep tool out tonight, tonight
The drum get emptied like dreads pull out tonight, tonight (Pull out)
I get neck like bring the drool out tonight, tonight (Drool out)
My bitch bad, she a vibe, I ain't never lie
My bitch said she ain't lyin', she ain't never fly (Yup)
First of all, what the uh
First of all, what the uh, what the fuck?
Ready to compete, and I gotta stay ready to eat
Like I'm in the belly of the beast, niggas rally in defeat
When I'm spittin' for the alley and the streets
Soon as I have Valee on the beat, ready to get it in
Tryna decide I pick a bitch, which style do I wanna recommend
Gotta hit him on the chin, blocka, blocka and forget the pen
Fuck it, I'ma do it like this then
First of all, I be so cool, but still it do be hate (Why?)
Maybe 'cause I carry two guns in a Louis case (Or)
Maybe 'cause when girls see me, they make they booty shake (Or)
Maybe 'cause my diamonds real and all they Gucci fake (Ooh)
Maybe 'cause I get up in the mental (Yeah), go hard when I get an instrumental (Yeah)
Steppin' on the competition like a Timbo (Yeah)
When I do another rhythm with the tempo (Yeah)
Or keep it super simple and still I get my dinero
No matter because the beat make me sound like a superhero
Let the wolf out, tonight, tonight
Howlin' at the moon because it's full out, tonight, tonight
Batman coupe I'm 'bout to pull out, tonight, tonight
Valee and Twista act a fool out, tonight, tonight
Chicago
