Afro Baddie

Atlanta, I'm here baby
My time, my year, baby
Let me make things clear
I ain't got no time for you haters in my ears, ladies
Let me tell you one thing
If you let him smash
Ask about the bands
No, not bens
But I'm talking wedding rings
If he ain't rocking with ya
Then it's on to better things
Uh, yeah
All in my soul just to get it
But some sold their souls
Which is silly
So my eyes and my dome to the ceiling
Praying that the Lord staying with me
Cause you know that they're trying to make a killing
Oh, what a wonderful feeling
Know that the Nawf rockin' with it
Never fold
Never bending
Go with the flow
I'm winning
I'm Nicole
I'm chilling
All about my business

Afro Baddie, yeah
Call me Zaddy, yeah
Afro Baddie, yeah
Call me Zaddy yeah
We so cold, yeah
Skin like gold, yeah
C'est la vie, yeah
Respect the Queens, yeah

Afro Baddie, yeah
Call me Zaddy, yeah
Afro Baddie, yeah
Call me Zaddy, yeah
We so cold, yeah
Skin like gold, yeah
C'est la vie, yeah
Respect the Queens, yeah

They say I'm out of my mind
Well, I say stay out of mine
Nah, matter fact go 'head hop inside
Take a joyride in this Audi of mine
Stress out thinking about all the wasted time
Thinking about extra knots that my soul has tied
Like a 5 year old, better stay in line
In a concrete jungle with an abstract mind
Yeah, so I hang from the vine
Monkey see, monkey do
Nano chips for the blind
Cheaters bear false witness
Yeah, we call that lying
Oh my, pride preying on who to divide
Pete sake please state all the peaks I climbed
Pete state, these days don't deny my God
Cheapskate these days only want free rides
Cheapskate these days only want free rides?
No

Afro Baddie, yeah
Call me Zaddy, yeah
Afro Baddie, yeah
Call me Zaddy yeah
We so cold, yeah
Skin like gold, yeah
C'est la vie, yeah
Respect the Queens, yeah

Afro Baddie, yeah
Call me Zaddy, yeah
Afro Baddie, yeah
Call me Zaddy, yeah
We so cold, yeah
Skin like gold, yeah
C'est la vie, yeah
Respect the Queens, yeah



Credits
Writer(s): Shonquarius Boyd
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