Bitedown Baby
Aye
Laser scripts we write em' back up at the pharmacy
Is, is you tweakin' off these pills
Or is you tweakin' off of me
Say baby when you leave the room my heart jumps back inside of me
Now lonely shoulders dress em' up with CDG and Givenchy
My bitedown baby she gon flex for me make mess with me
My bitedown baby she the best for me, the recipe
She cooking pills up, call em' Ecstasy i'm off of three
And when we cuddled up
There no where else i'd rather be
My bitedown baby, she gon flex wit me make mess wit me
And when she kiss my neck im feeling ecstasy, in ecstasy
She glorified like drugs
While kissing her i caught a buzz
I thought them xanny pills enough
And now she showed me the real stuff
My bitedown baby she the best for me, the recipe
The trap house got them roaches
Then we trappin out the double tree
Thats cute, she cute
She poodled up; she won't get out from under me
Darkboy bring the beat back; Lou' Vuitton knapsack
Bout' to have my own snacks
Caught em', daddy in a jag
Best believe my bratty ass
Speaking truths and only facts
You may really, really want it but it's probably not that bad
And if you really, really want it; get up off your lazy ass
And if you cant think of nothing
Then your mental belongs in trash
Laser scripts we write em' back up at the pharmacy
Is, is you tweakin' off these pills
Or is you tweakin' off of me
Say baby when you leave the room my heart jumps back inside of me
Now lonely shoulders dress em' up with CDG and Givenchy
My bitedown baby she gon flex for me make mess with me
My bitedown baby she the best for me, the recipe
She cooking pills up, call em' Ecstasy i'm off of three
And when we cuddled up
There no where else i'd rather be
My bitedown baby, she gon flex wit me make mess wit me
And when she kiss my neck im feeling ecstasy, in ecstasy
She glorified like drugs
While kissing her i caught a buzz
I thought them xanny pills enough
And now she showed me the real stuff
My bitedown baby she the best for me, the recipe
The trap house got them roaches
Then we trappin out the double tree
Thats cute, she cute
She poodled up; she won't get out from under me
Darkboy bring the beat back; Lou' Vuitton knapsack
Bout' to have my own snacks
Caught em', daddy in a jag
Best believe my bratty ass
Speaking truths and only facts
You may really, really want it but it's probably not that bad
And if you really, really want it; get up off your lazy ass
And if you cant think of nothing
Then your mental belongs in trash
Credits
Writer(s): Caleb Villanueva
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