Finna Get Naughty

Girl I'm the life of the party
Passion fruit mixed with Bacardi
Dis my shit n I'm finna get naughty
Back dat up wit my hands on ur body
Lights turn on and u still is a hottie
Like ur men black like ur coffee
Puff of dis here I'll be coughin
Tellin me u don't do dis often
Arch dat back when u grind on my johnson
Ya ex want u back dat nonsense
Compared to me no contest
We can be da next Cardi Offset
Came in the Porsche left in ya Audi
Drunk on the porch can't find ur house key
Up and down up and down
Girl take a poundin
Neighbors still mad
Cause dat ass still bouncin
Fore u pass out roll a dub up
3am scrolling GrubHub
All I want is fries and a hot sub
And go round 2 in da hot tub
Remove ya clothes
Bust out the champagne
Dance like a storm
Watch how I make rain
U fuck wit snow
Down for the X Games
I make a Monday feel like a Thursday
Sometimes life be a bish
So u bring da bish to the beach
Love how u freak to da beat
Soaked up all of dem sheets sheesh
Bitch imma bad man
SB boy back man
Sell drugs no tax man
Talk shit catch back hand
Ya been faded
She twerk to da beat butt naked
Up up down then shake it
N momma always said I'd make it
Yea just got back from a world tour
I copped me da whip wit da chauffeur
If Im gunna snack be a 3 course
Another day in da life of da big boss



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