bad side
(Wet-Wet-Wet Virgo)
(Problematic got the beef, right?)
What I tell you 'bout getting on my bad side
Not place I would recommend (fuck no)
It's like south on Vermont in the night time
You finna die like these presidents (finna fucking die)
I could make the whole world turn around on you
Make your life into a living hell (uh)
Me and the boys get straight diabolical
Piss on your dead homie in a stairwell
Pop, pop, pop, pop, now it's all red
Slow burn in your chest? It's all lead
You screaming out to the void like someone gon' save you
It's so fun seeing you beg
I'm the type to make sure you don't walk again
I'm the type to make this Draco talk again
I'm the type that your bitch pray every fucking night
I'ma drop my other bitches and lock her in (lock in)
Wet Virgo, I work for the money, I work for the thotties
I work for the glory, your bitch is so whorey
She tell the same stories whenever she over
She like my Range Rover, it make her go horny
I swear it's a lot of young goofies out here, all of you be so corny
I go off the dome in this shit, I'm so fucking legit
I'm the Moët Chandon, you a malt liquor 40
Bitch, I got every flow on 'em
I'm straight water in this shit, Bruce Lee on 'em
Strip club, young thots, throw a G on 'em
Come fast A$AP, like Rihanna
Clams, fettuccini, with some white wine
Talk pretty, then you know it's fucking game time
Get the check then we flying direct little mamas
I'ma fuck you and your friend at the same time
(Wet) Two hoes at the same time
(Wet) Two flows at the same time
These hoes, they the same sign
Scorpios to the front, hit my main line (wet, wet)
Wet Virgo might look for a soulmate
Wet Virgo superstar, Kurt Cobain
(Wet, wet, wet, Wet-Wet-Wet Virgo)
What I tell you 'bout getting on my bad side
Not place I would recommend (fuck no)
It's like south on Vermont in the night time
You finna die like these presidents (you finna fucking die, bitch)
I could make the whole world turn around on you
Make your life into a living hell (a living hell)
Me and the boys get straight diabolical
Piss on your dead homie in a stairwell
Pop, pop, pop, pop
(Finna fucking die, bitch)
(Problematic got the beef, right?)
What I tell you 'bout getting on my bad side
Not place I would recommend (fuck no)
It's like south on Vermont in the night time
You finna die like these presidents (finna fucking die)
I could make the whole world turn around on you
Make your life into a living hell (uh)
Me and the boys get straight diabolical
Piss on your dead homie in a stairwell
Pop, pop, pop, pop, now it's all red
Slow burn in your chest? It's all lead
You screaming out to the void like someone gon' save you
It's so fun seeing you beg
I'm the type to make sure you don't walk again
I'm the type to make this Draco talk again
I'm the type that your bitch pray every fucking night
I'ma drop my other bitches and lock her in (lock in)
Wet Virgo, I work for the money, I work for the thotties
I work for the glory, your bitch is so whorey
She tell the same stories whenever she over
She like my Range Rover, it make her go horny
I swear it's a lot of young goofies out here, all of you be so corny
I go off the dome in this shit, I'm so fucking legit
I'm the Moët Chandon, you a malt liquor 40
Bitch, I got every flow on 'em
I'm straight water in this shit, Bruce Lee on 'em
Strip club, young thots, throw a G on 'em
Come fast A$AP, like Rihanna
Clams, fettuccini, with some white wine
Talk pretty, then you know it's fucking game time
Get the check then we flying direct little mamas
I'ma fuck you and your friend at the same time
(Wet) Two hoes at the same time
(Wet) Two flows at the same time
These hoes, they the same sign
Scorpios to the front, hit my main line (wet, wet)
Wet Virgo might look for a soulmate
Wet Virgo superstar, Kurt Cobain
(Wet, wet, wet, Wet-Wet-Wet Virgo)
What I tell you 'bout getting on my bad side
Not place I would recommend (fuck no)
It's like south on Vermont in the night time
You finna die like these presidents (you finna fucking die, bitch)
I could make the whole world turn around on you
Make your life into a living hell (a living hell)
Me and the boys get straight diabolical
Piss on your dead homie in a stairwell
Pop, pop, pop, pop
(Finna fucking die, bitch)
Credits
Writer(s): Jaime De Venecia
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
Link
© 2024 All rights reserved. Rockol.com S.r.l. Website image policy
Rockol
- Rockol only uses images and photos made available for promotional purposes (“for press use”) by record companies, artist managements and p.r. agencies.
- Said images are used to exert a right to report and a finality of the criticism, in a degraded mode compliant to copyright laws, and exclusively inclosed in our own informative content.
- Only non-exclusive images addressed to newspaper use and, in general, copyright-free are accepted.
- Live photos are published when licensed by photographers whose copyright is quoted.
- Rockol is available to pay the right holder a fair fee should a published image’s author be unknown at the time of publishing.
Feedback
Please immediately report the presence of images possibly not compliant with the above cases so as to quickly verify an improper use: where confirmed, we would immediately proceed to their removal.