Bad Manners (feat. BOCA & TxFFY)

Know we pulled up
We turn it on up
She's sliding down the pole
We ready pour it up
(Know we pulled up
We turn it on up
She's sliding down the pole
We ready pour it up)

She throwing ass gotta
Throw some cash at her
We pouring plenty bottles
Of that splash
She throwing ass gotta
Throw some cash at her
She drippin while she strippin
She got bad manners

When I'm coming in
(Coming In)
I draw that crowd
Eyes are open
I love that sound
(I love that sound)
Heads be bopping
(Heads be bopping)
Neck veins popping
(Neck veins Popping)
Next thing you know
Titties dropping
We be drinking glasses clinking
Ain't no thinking smoking
Gettin high I got my third
Eye open scooping watching
Knowing my haters watching
Like my clock is clocking
I got my gold chain shinning
Ain't no stopping barking
Talking running of the mouth
She into something I keep it
Coming I keep that pussy
Humming tapping on that ass
Like a drummer sex drama
I keep it coming she's blowing
Of like a trumpet hay!

Know we pulled up
We turn it on up
She's sliding down the pole
We ready pour it up
(Know we pulled up
We turn it on up
She's sliding down the pole
We ready pour it up)

She throwing ass gotta
Throw some cash at her
We pouring plenty bottles
Of that splash
She throwing ass gotta
Throw some cash as her
She drippin while she strippin
She got bad manners

This that Grey Goose, suit and tie
Suede suit shoes tied up (yup)
Took a few shots 2 shots that
Shit straight suicide (damn)
The watch got diamond patterns
Got the glow like fire lanterns (bling)
Pour the crown royal kings in my
Circle like lion gathering (king)
Caught a dozen eyes a womanizer
You can't be mad at em (nah)
In the VIP we brought the bar gotta
Call the manger (damn)
Niggas had to stage dive just to
Pass by cause you can't get thru it
(nah)
Pass me another shot glass I might
Crash like Sandra Bullock off the
Wall like Janet's brother most of y'all
Can't hang with me (no) dangerous
Might take ya women boy I got em
Like Jermaine Dupri (got em)
Told the DJ play that back, roger
That understand capeesh?
I brought the bounce bout to grab
My keys but before I'm out, girl
Dance on me go!

Know we pulled up
We turn it on up
She's sliding down the pole
We ready pour it up
(Know we pulled up
We turn it on up
She's sliding down the pole
We ready pour it up)

She throwing ass gotta
Throw some cash at her
We pouring plenty bottles
Of that splash
She throwing ass gotta
Throw some cash at her
She drippin while she strippin
She got bad manners

Don't remember how I got here
Strippers on me when the fog cleared
Got a swag these niggas all fear
Niggas love to get ahead of themselves
Fuck around and get it off here
Touched a bag and it's all there
Touched her ass and it's all real
Top sound and we top tier
Ace hit me up for a feature
Stone sent another email
Got some heat flares for the
Females stay tuned for further
Details love Tuffy is a hit
For those who's plotting there
A twist
Move like Ali with the ankles, uh
Flow Godspeed, eat my angels dust
Patience thin but my weight is up
Good tips, bad manners
Imma set my bar high cause I'm
Bigger pimpin, oh yeah
Got her in her feels
She used to niggas sampan, oh yeah
Love Tuffy August 5th
I got the sequel written, oh yeah

Know we pulled up
We turn it on up
She's sliding down the pole
We ready pour it up
(Know we pulled up
We turn it on up
She's sliding down the pole
We ready pour it up)

She throwing ass gotta
Throw some cash at her
We pouring plenty bottles
Of that splash
She throwing ass gotta
Throw some cash at her
She drippin while she strippin
She got bad manners

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Credits
Writer(s): Jason Reip, Siron Collier
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