Bachata
Baby outside in a Benz
She like the vibe in my city
Prada my bitch, independent
Smoking on loud, it's Cookie
Forgive me please, I'm litty, I talk my shit
I stand on my business
Came up out the cut like
Grrr Grrr Grrr
Moving her body like Bachata
Centerfold Cinderella, baby, she mine oh yeah yeah yeah
Dinner dates, Il Buco, she be pulling up in Goyard
Whenever I'm feeling impatient, pen to the pad
I be pleading my case, I just ran up on the score
Cut some of 'em off, it wasn't mistakes
I put the pimp in the walk, the pimp in the talk
Mo money mo problems I rather deal with it all
With racks in the safe, can afford the mistakes
Nahh, get the Rillo if they got no Woods
I'm smoking on Za, don't misunderstood
I'm pacing my Cello while beating her bush
I'm not from the ghetto but be in the hood
Looked in the mirror, I saw a payday
Looked in the mirror, saw a vacation
Looked in the mirror, said, I look amazing
She got that Benjamin Button, a face lift
I let her take all my feelings and she give me all of her fragrance
All of my opps they gobbled up right beside all of my babies
Don't settle for less I'm abundant
Now I get the text and we pull up to functions
Prada my bitch, she don't make assumptions
When we outside, she private in public
She give me that look and we peel off
She doing lines like Adidas
Though I'm keeping my cool I don't freeze up
Said she love me, yeah, I don't believe her
Baby outside in a Benz
She like the vibe in my city
Prada my bitch, independent
Smoking on loud, it's Cookie
Forgive me please, I'm litty, I talk my shit
I stand on my business
Came up out the cut like
Grrr Grrr Grrr
Moving her body like Bachata
I been up like 4 days
Just counting my blessings and paying back favors
All of my options 21 plus and come in various flavors
How can I stress about things
I know I'm gon have in the very near future
Tell me, how you gon stress bout things
You got right now, regardless baby
I want that little bit in a to-go
She got me drinking Prosecco
I'm feeling lit, she feeling cute
We went to sleep and her bed broke
First time it happened I'm asking myself
Is she pissing or cumming? woahh
I can't die with this feeling of having a chance
And did nothing, nah
Almost hit mission abort
She backed it up gushing and gushing and gushing and gushing
Hit it with Timberland's on
I still wear them shits out for sure
Deep in that hoe, I put my wrist in the pot
Pulling out Tiffany rocks
Only thing I serve is base but they think I'm selling re rock
Guess it's cause I pulled up in black Mercedes wearing black
Guess it's cause I look like million dollars and my bitch is bad
I been pulling strings
But they don't see the things I'm dealing with
I been ripping wrappers cause these bitches trying to seed the kid
She like it when I take her out
Cause we're the ones they're noticing
Looked up to the sky and told my brothers I want all of it
My Benihana flow, she suicidal, Aventador
I'm used to making tough decisions
Like do I wanna fuck 'em both
Pulled up with tints to the party
Nobody know likkle mama beside me
Till we gon hop out the foreign
Baby a gift wrapped up in a saree
Ouu I been feeling a way
Baby you making too many mistakes
If I take a L, it's gon be to the face
Bro got the give and the go in the paint
Baby outside in a Benz
She like the vibe in my city
Prada my bitch, independent
Smoking on loud, it's Cookie
Forgive me please, I'm litty, I talk my shit
I stand on my business
Came up out the cut like
Grrr Grrr Grrr
Moving her body like Bachata
She like the vibe in my city
Prada my bitch, independent
Smoking on loud, it's Cookie
Forgive me please, I'm litty, I talk my shit
I stand on my business
Came up out the cut like
Grrr Grrr Grrr
Moving her body like Bachata
Centerfold Cinderella, baby, she mine oh yeah yeah yeah
Dinner dates, Il Buco, she be pulling up in Goyard
Whenever I'm feeling impatient, pen to the pad
I be pleading my case, I just ran up on the score
Cut some of 'em off, it wasn't mistakes
I put the pimp in the walk, the pimp in the talk
Mo money mo problems I rather deal with it all
With racks in the safe, can afford the mistakes
Nahh, get the Rillo if they got no Woods
I'm smoking on Za, don't misunderstood
I'm pacing my Cello while beating her bush
I'm not from the ghetto but be in the hood
Looked in the mirror, I saw a payday
Looked in the mirror, saw a vacation
Looked in the mirror, said, I look amazing
She got that Benjamin Button, a face lift
I let her take all my feelings and she give me all of her fragrance
All of my opps they gobbled up right beside all of my babies
Don't settle for less I'm abundant
Now I get the text and we pull up to functions
Prada my bitch, she don't make assumptions
When we outside, she private in public
She give me that look and we peel off
She doing lines like Adidas
Though I'm keeping my cool I don't freeze up
Said she love me, yeah, I don't believe her
Baby outside in a Benz
She like the vibe in my city
Prada my bitch, independent
Smoking on loud, it's Cookie
Forgive me please, I'm litty, I talk my shit
I stand on my business
Came up out the cut like
Grrr Grrr Grrr
Moving her body like Bachata
I been up like 4 days
Just counting my blessings and paying back favors
All of my options 21 plus and come in various flavors
How can I stress about things
I know I'm gon have in the very near future
Tell me, how you gon stress bout things
You got right now, regardless baby
I want that little bit in a to-go
She got me drinking Prosecco
I'm feeling lit, she feeling cute
We went to sleep and her bed broke
First time it happened I'm asking myself
Is she pissing or cumming? woahh
I can't die with this feeling of having a chance
And did nothing, nah
Almost hit mission abort
She backed it up gushing and gushing and gushing and gushing
Hit it with Timberland's on
I still wear them shits out for sure
Deep in that hoe, I put my wrist in the pot
Pulling out Tiffany rocks
Only thing I serve is base but they think I'm selling re rock
Guess it's cause I pulled up in black Mercedes wearing black
Guess it's cause I look like million dollars and my bitch is bad
I been pulling strings
But they don't see the things I'm dealing with
I been ripping wrappers cause these bitches trying to seed the kid
She like it when I take her out
Cause we're the ones they're noticing
Looked up to the sky and told my brothers I want all of it
My Benihana flow, she suicidal, Aventador
I'm used to making tough decisions
Like do I wanna fuck 'em both
Pulled up with tints to the party
Nobody know likkle mama beside me
Till we gon hop out the foreign
Baby a gift wrapped up in a saree
Ouu I been feeling a way
Baby you making too many mistakes
If I take a L, it's gon be to the face
Bro got the give and the go in the paint
Baby outside in a Benz
She like the vibe in my city
Prada my bitch, independent
Smoking on loud, it's Cookie
Forgive me please, I'm litty, I talk my shit
I stand on my business
Came up out the cut like
Grrr Grrr Grrr
Moving her body like Bachata
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Writer(s): Savin Ratnayake
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