Gracie McGraw, 23, Stuns In A Swimsuit While Enjoying The Ocean In New Family Vacation Pics

Gracie McGraw, 23, Stuns In A Swimsuit While Enjoying The Ocean In New Family Vacation Pics

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Gracie McGraw shared a new photo roundup of her tropical vacation. This time, Faith Hill and Tim McGraw’s daughter shared pictures of herself relaxing in a cute swimsuit and showing off her forehead tan line.

Gracie McGraw, 23, is kicking off the year in total relax mode: AKA, enjoying the beach in a swimsuit. Faith Hill and Tim McGraw‘s daughter shared new photos from her family’s tropical getaway on Jan. 5, which featured a selfie of the fashionista smiling in a green, floral-print swimsuit with crystal-clear ocean water behind her. Gracie showed off another one of her swimsuit looks in the slideshow, which was a cute bikini set: a zebra stripe bikini top and olive green bottoms.

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There has been one downfall to vacationing in such a sunny place, though: tan lines. However, Gracie revealed that she didn’t get them in the usual area. In a video within the slideshow above, Gracie lifted her bangs to reveal that she was left with…a forehead tan line. Anything is possible!

Gracie also sneaked in a behind-the-scenes photo of herself transforming into George Washington (who actually has ties to Gracie’s dad, which was revealed on an NBC episode of Who Do You Think You Are in 2011). The photo was taken pre-vacation, when Gracie and her family had a Hamilton-themed dinner leading up to Christmas. It was one of the many themed dinners the creative family held: another night was Game of Thrones-themed, while the family all dressed up as Harry Potter characters on a different night.

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Under the mix of vacation and throwback photos, Gracie wrote, “Just some things I felt were important…… disclaimer me becoming ole georgie wash was from a month ago but still important.”

Gracie has been stunning on her family getaway with her parents and sisters Maggie, 22, and Audrey, 19, as they continue to vacation in an undisclosed tropical location. The family of five made the trip before New Year’s Eve, and Gracie stunned in this bikini selfie before ringing in 2021. While the family hasn’t given away the whereabouts of their trip, Faith and Tim do own a 20-acre private island in the Bahamas.

Leikeli47 – Roll Call Lyrics

[Intro]
What’s the pledge? What’s the pledge?
What’s the pledge? What’s the pledge?
Stroll, roll call

[Chorus]
Start it off with a roll call (Roll call)
Q’s be my road dogs (Roll call)
AKA’s walkin’ ’round with they pink and they green on (Roll call)
Deltas be elephant walking (Roll call)
Zetas be live when they talking (Roll call)
Shimmy shimmy ya, shimmy yay with the Kappas
In my black and gold, I throw a blade like an Alpha (Roll call)

[Verse 1]
Campus full of homies (Uh-huh)
Got me feeling like Zeus when I’m with my crew
And they all Greeks (Uh-huh)
Got my niggas turned up with they middle fingers up
f**k the police (Uh-huh)
When my hitter gotta got a problem, we don’t call on them
We just hit up the LB’s (Uh-huh)
What’s up? Shut up

[Pre-Chorus]
Going on tour, it’s gonna be cool
The only way that you invited is if you HBCU
Historically Black, I wear that on my sleeve
47, I just got an honorary degree (Roll call)

[Chorus]
Start it off with a roll call (Roll call)
Q’s be my road dogs (Roll call)
AKA’s walkin’ ’round with they pink and they green on (Roll call)
Deltas be elephant walking (Roll call)
Zetas be live when they talking (Roll call)
Shimmy shimmy ya, shimmy yay with the Kappas
In my black and gold, I throw a blade like an Alpha (Roll call)

[Verse 2]
Thurgood, Ms. Rashad, Dr. Ann, Mr. King (Tell ’em one more ‘gain)
Ms. Badu, Sean Combs, Chadwick, Taraji P (Tell ’em where we been)
Southern U dolls, I see ya
Bethune Cookman, they wanna be ya
Drum line always there when we need ’em
Howard Homecoming where we meet up

[Pre-Chorus]
We going on tour, come bring a friend
Shawty if you ain’t connected, sorry you can’t get in
Historically Black, I wear that on my sleeve
47, I just got an honorary degree (Roll call)

[Chorus]
Start it off with a roll call (Roll call)
Q’s be my road dogs (Roll call)
AKA’s walkin’ ’round with they pink and they green on (Roll call)
Deltas be elephant walking (Roll call)
Zetas be live when they talking (Roll call)
Shimmy shimmy ya, shimmy yay with the Kappas
In my black and gold, I throw a blade like an Alpha (Roll call)

[Interlude]
What’s the pledge? What’s the pledge?
Stroll, roll call
Uh-huh
Uh-huh
Uh-huh
Roll call

[Chorus]
Start it off with a roll call (Roll call)
Q’s be my road dogs (Roll call)
AKA’s walkin’ ’round with they pink and they green on (Roll call)
Deltas be elephant walking (Roll call)
Zetas be live when they talking (Roll call)
Shimmy shimmy ya, shimmy yay with the Kappas
In my black and gold, I throw a blade like an Alpha (Roll call)

[Outro]
Roll call, uh-huh
Roll call, uh-huh
Uh-huh

Tinashe – No Drama (Studio Session) (Live)

[Refrain: Tinashe & (Offset)]
I can’t cop the coupe, don’t do shit for two (skrr, skrr)
All black truck, hangin’ out the roof (brr, brr)
Mobbin’ through the hills pulled up with my crew (who)
I can’t cop the coupe, don’t do shit for two (nah)

[Verse 1: Tinashe & (Offset)]
Said I’m fallin’ off, but they won’t JFK me
Tried to be myself, but they won’t AKA me (me)
AKA a popstar AKA a problem (bow, bow)
AKA don’t hold me back, I swear I got ’em (hey)
We pulled up in Gucci, dripped down in Gabbana (drip, drip)
Bad as I wanna, only chasin’ commas (woo, woo)
I need me a side thing, hold the drama (side)
I need me a soldier he gon’ hold the line up (bow, bow)

[Chorus: Tinashe & (Offset)]
Don’t want no drama-ma-a
We pulled up in that ooh la la (sk-skrr)
And backed out in that oh my god (woo, woo, woo)
Don’t want no drama-ma-a (no, hey)
Don’t want no drama-ma-a
We pulled up in that ooh la la
And backed out in that oh my god (hey)
Don’t want no drama-ma-a (don’t want no drama-ma)

[Refrain: Tinashe & (Offset)]
I can’t cop the coupe, don’t do shit for two (skrr, skrr)
All black truck, hangin’ out the roof (yeah, yeah)
Mobbin’ through the hills pulled up with my crew (crew)
I can’t cop the coupe don’t do shit for two (nah)

[Verse 2: Tinashe & (Offset)]
I got way too many people all my niggas equal (hey)
If my life was like a movie I’d need 50 sequels (movie)
I need 60 bad bitches actin’ like they single (smash)
Yellin’ you can’t sit with us, throwin’ up middle fingers

[Chorus: Tinashe & (Offset)]
Don’t want no drama-ma-a (I don’t want no drama)
We pulled up in that ooh la la (ooh la la)
And backed out in that oh my god (oh my God)
Don’t want no drama-ma-a (I don’t want no drama, no)
Don’t want no drama-ma-a (I don’t want no drama, no)
We pulled up in that ooh la la
And backed out in that oh my God
Don’t want no drama-ma-a

[Verse 3: Offset]
Offset!
Double R Phantoms (phantom)
She like the way I’m drippin’ organic (true, true)
Yacht on my wrist, the Titanic (yeah, raahh)
Come ride on this shit like a banshee (raahh)
Get high on the perky and xanny (high)
From Dubai on a jet to Miami (Dubai)
When the chopper start kickin’ is damage (brr, brr)
Got Patek on her wrist, in her panties (Patek, hey)
Yeah, ain’t no drama (yeah)
In the back of Maybach on comfort (Maybach)
Yeah, iced out summers (woo)
Invite your main bitch to a slumber (smash)
My money long, out there yonder (long)
Fat ass with a flat stomach (flat)
Baguette glass cost the whole hundred
The coupe fast, goin’ two hundred (skrr)

[Chorus: Tinashe & (Offset)]
Don’t want no drama-ma-a (I don’t want no drama)
We pulled up in that ooh la la (ooh la la)
And backed out in that oh my god (oh my God)
Don’t want no drama-ma-a (I don’t want no drama, no)
Don’t want no drama-ma-a (I don’t want no drama, no)
We pulled up in that ooh la la
And backed out in that oh my god (oh my God, oh my God)
Don’t want no drama-ma-a

[Outro: Tinashe]
Don’t want no
Don’t want no drama-ma-a
Yeah, no, no, no
Don’t need no, don’t want no, don’t want no

Rich The Kid – Drinkin’ Medicine Lyrics

[Chorus: Rich The Kid]
I’m drinkin’ medicine, I’m drinkin’ medicine
Bitch, I’m drinkin’ medicine
Double cup love, I’m drinkin’ medicine
I’m drinkin’ medicine (lean), bitch, I’m drinkin’ medicine
Pour a four up, I’m drinkin’ medicine (medicine)
I’m drinkin’ medicine (dirty Sprite), bitch, I’m drinkin’ medicine
Sprite in the club, I’m drinkin’ medicine (medicine)
I’m drinkin’ medicine, bitch, I’m drinkin’ medicine

[Verse 1: Rich The Kid]
She said, “what’s up with them cups?”
I say, “bitch, I’m drinkin’ medicine”
I don’t want no Goose, just bring some Sprite
I’m drinkin’ medicine
I’m sicker than a bitch, so I gotta drink my medicine
Two white cups, Styrofoam is what I put it in
I’m leanin’ like a broken chair, movin’ like a turtle
Everything is movin’ slow, but shit, it’s how that’s ‘sposed to go
I’m stingy with my shit, you can’t have none of my medicine
This that Actavis, man, I know ain’t nothin’ better than
That dirty Sprite, double cup, you leanin’ too, then pour me up
I love my Sprite, it slow me up, think I should stop, don’t give a fuck

[Chorus: Rich The Kid]
Double cup love, I’m drinkin’ medicine
I’m drinkin’ medicine (lean), bitch, I’m drinkin’ medicine
Pour a four up, I’m drinkin’ medicine (medicine)
I’m drinkin’ medicine (dirty Sprite), bitch, I’m drinkin’ medicine
Sprite in the club, I’m drinkin’ medicine (medicine)
I’m drinkin’ medicine, bitch, I’m drinkin’ medicine

[Verse 2: Cap-1]
I’m on it
Yeah, I’m on it
I’m on that motherfuckin’ medicine, AKA the Actavis
I guess that’s why I act like this, got money in my mattresses
Don’t pass me no vodka or no brown, I’m off that medicine
Sippin’ on some sizzurp, I’m the pour up veteran
Got two cups and my two liter, that dirty Sprite, I’m sippin’ on it
My niggas like it, my bitch want it, I pass it out, and we sippin’ on it
Pourin’ up on that G shit, your drink cut, that’s remix
Doctor, give me that medicine, we poppin’ seals, who better than
Drop 550 for the BT, hit you over the head fifty dollar zipper
You could come and get this red shit ’cause we drinkin’ purple, so don’t even trip
Hit the club, post in the vip, pack of rillos, roll up a [?]
[?] chick, and she comin’ with me
Duffle bag, we run the city, I’m gone

[Chorus: Rich The Kid]
Double cup love, I’m drinkin’ medicine
I’m drinkin’ medicine (lean), bitch, I’m drinkin’ medicine
Pour a four up, I’m drinkin’ medicine (medicine)
I’m drinkin’ medicine (dirty Sprite), bitch, I’m drinkin’ medicine
Sprite in the club, I’m drinkin’ medicine (medicine)
I’m drinkin’ medicine, bitch, I’m drinkin’ medicine

[Verse 3: Dolla Boy]
Poppin’ seals on the pint
Got my whole crew sippin’ on the way to the top
My whole comin’ with me, sittin’ high on them sixes
On a straight money mission, niggas know how we get it
No slippin’ in the trenches, get ya money, young nigga
Coupe look like a spaceship, we’ll sit and sip like a chemo patient
Tryna fuck bitches, but I ain’t the type to do no chasin’
And the work’s all there, we don’t do no fakin’, no
Round of applause like I’m playin’ b-ball
All doped up like I’m fresh out the ER
Southside dope boys we are
And we gettin’ higher than a fiend dippin’ blunts in the lean, shit

[Chorus: Rich The Kid]
Pour a four up, I’m drinkin’ medicine (medicine)
I’m drinkin’ medicine (dirty Sprite), bitch, I’m drinkin’ medicine
Sprite in the club, I’m drinkin’ medicine (medicine)
I’m drinkin’ medicine, bitch, I’m drinkin’ medicine

M.I Abaga – Sunset Lyrics Ft. ChillzHimself

M.I Abaga – Sunset Lyrics Ft. ChillzHimself

[Verse 1: Chillz]
What a day what a day
Ex girl got the grapes
Now I’m scrolling through her page
Searching for something to say
What a day what a day
Hustle hard for the pay
Sweet chilly with the waves
See me from a mile away
What a day what a day
This the days that we pray for
Steady grinding in my lane
All the glory going way up
What a day what a day
Love the hater showing fake love
You know we saucy by nature
Yeah we really bout to take off
I just dey grind on my own
Nobody nobody knows
Just how it goes
Police go stop you for road
Collect the one wey you hold
Just how it goes
Taking over no be coup d’etat
Ask around the know who we are
That’s the life of a superstar
Plenty music for my reservoir

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[Hook]
What a day what a day
What a day what a day

[Verse 2: M.I Abaga]
What a day what a day
Niggas tryna ride my wave
That’s the ting nowadays
Niggas don’t know how to behave
If you got shit to say
You should say it to my face
But niggas is tryna get paid
So I guess it’s better on stage
Nowadays what’s the truth?
Niggas blabbing off the juice
What do you get when fake niggas talk?
Fake news fake news
Nigga you was talking loose
Why don’t you say it to loose?
Dawg who gon pay for your tooth
When we show up with the troops?
But it’s okay, we expect it
Cause we know y’all feel neglected
Y’all be hating while we getting it
So do what you think is effective
What a day what a day
They just taking shots cause they hate
It’s okay
Another classic album for you
Sorry about the delay

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[Outro: DO2dTUN]
Ladies and gentekmen
I’m AKA super hypeman
DO2dTUN
And you already know it’s going to be a crazy night and I’ll be dropping the best hits, best music, all the way down
So if you guys wanna get your groove on
You better hit me up
I’m having a great time

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DBangz – SASUKE TOOK MY BITCH Lyrics

[Intro]
Hello
It’s DBangz
AKA, Lil Cumstain
AKA, BootyEatingBandit
AKA, uh, fuck your grandma ’til she piss on herself cause she has like these urinal problems…
[Verse]
Yuh, Sasuke took my bitch, Tay-K on my wrist, Sasuke what?
Yuh, Sasuke took my bitch, Tay-K on my wrist, Sasuke what?
Bitch, took my bitch and made her get up in the minivan
I knew that he could do it, I’m just seeing if he really can
Run up on a nigga, you a motherfuckin silly man
Bitch, I got more children than the police in the city, man
Yuh, Sasuke took my bitch, Tay-K on my wrist, Sasuke what?
Yuh, Sasuke took my bitch, Tay-K on my wrist, Sasuke what?
Bitch, took my bitch and made her get up in the minivan
I knew that he could do it, I’m just seeing if he really can
Run up on a nigga, you a motherfuckin silly man
Bitch, I got more children than the police in the city, man
Nigga took my bitch, with the shits, flip a brick
Now she beggin for the dick
Imma get it quick, bitch I’m slick
Make a fat bitch run, that’s a click
DJ Khaled, with the keys
She said please, always hungry, I ain’t even smoking weed
Thick bitches tease, on her knees, grab her weave
[?] then I leave
I be handling these niggas
Smoking swishers
Mr. Kipper, bitch pass me a dub
Cut him with the scissors
I don’t miss em
I deliver
And a nigga need some love
I ain’t come from it
I be thumbin
Run up on me
Nigga, we can fuckin run it
Fuckin on your cousin
I be stunting
[??]
Pull up
Pick it up
Pick it down
Pick it up
Put it down
Tay-K on my wrist, Sasuke took my bitch
Man, god dam
Yo, fuck these thots
Keep a Glock on my pot
Masturbated to the clock
Keep it on my sock
Drive a mop
Want a yacht
I ain’t talkingLil Boat
Ya’ll ain’t got those
Young send me those
[??]
Lot of ninety hoes
Probably wetter than a water hose
(Jeez oh my god, like mad radical type shit, he just spit on that beat)
(Oh no, the transition of the beat is changing, we’re all gonna die, it sounds like we’re underwater!)

Tinashe – No Drama (feat. Offset)

[Verse 1: Tinashe]
I can’t cop the coup don’t do shit for two
All black truck hanging out the roof
Mobbing through the hills pulled up with my crew
I can’t cop the coup don’t do shit for two
Said I’m falling off but they won’t JFK me
Tried to be myself but they won’t AKA me
AKA a popstar AKA a problem
AKA don’t hold me back, I swear I got ’em
We pulled up in Gucci, dripped down in Gabbana
Bad as a wanna, only chasing gunnas
I need me a side thing, hold the drama
I need me a soldier he gon’ hold the line up

[Chorus: Tinashe]
Don’t want no drama-ma
We pulled up in that ooh la la
And backed out in that oh my god
Don’t want no drama-ma
Don’t want no drama-ma
We pulled up in that ooh la la
And backed out in that oh my god
Don’t want no drama-ma (Don’t want no drama-ma)

[Verse 2: Tinashe]
I can’t cop the coup don’t do shit for two
All black truck hanging out the roof
Mobbing through the hills pulled up with my crew
I can’t cop the coup don’t do shit for two
I got way too many people all my niggas equal
If my life was like a movie I’d need 50 sequels
I need 60 bad bitches actin’ like they single
Yelling you can’t sit with us, throwing up middle fingers

[Chorus: Tinashe & Offset]
Don’t want no drama-ma (I don’t want no drama)
We pulled up in that ooh la la (Ooh la la)
And backed out in that oh my god (Oh my god)
Don’t want no drama-ma (I don’t want no drama, no)
Don’t want no drama-ma (I don’t want no drama, no)
We pulled up in that ooh la la
And backed out in that oh my god
Don’t want no drama-ma

[Verse 3: Offset]
Offset, double R phantom
She like the way I’m dripping organic
Got on my wrist the titanic
Car ride on this shit like a banger
Get high on the perky and Xanax
From the bottom of trip to Miami
When the chopper start kicking is damaged
Got patek on her wrist and her panties
Ain’t no drama
In the back of my maybach
Yeah, iced out summers
Invite your main bitch to a slumber
My money don’t [?]
Fat ass with a flat stomach
We’ll get [?] cross the whole hundred
The coupe fast doing two hundred

[Chorus: Tinashe & Offset]
Don’t want no drama-ma (I don’t want no drama)
We pulled up in that ooh la la (Ooh la la)
And backed out in that oh my god (Oh my god)
Don’t want no drama-ma (I don’t want no drama, no)
Don’t want no drama-ma (I don’t want no drama, no)
We pulled up in that ooh la la
And backed out in that oh my god (Oh my god, oh my god)
Don’t want no drama-ma

[Outro: Tinashe]
Don’t want no
Don’t want no drama-ma
Yeah, no, no, no
Don’t need no, don’t want no, don’t want no

Juicy J – Flood Watch Lyrics

JUICY J
Flood Watch Lyrics

Get up, bitch, get up, bitch
Get up, bitch, (uh) get up
Get up, bitch, get up, bitch
Get up, bitch, (woo) get up
Get up, bitch, (woo) get up, bitch
Get up, bitch, (woo) get up
Get up, bitch, (woo) get up, bitch
Get up, bitch, (hey!) get up

[Chorus: Juicy J]
Plug came through with that sack
I swear he was right on time (right on time)
Lil’ bitch pussy fat, ass fat
Goddamn she right on time (right on time)
Trapped all day, took the profits to the jeweler
Dropped it right on time (right on time)
I want you dead at 12
My shooters right on time (right on time)
Plug came through with that sack
I swear he was right on time (right on time)
Lil’ bitch pussy fat, ass fat
Goddamn she right on time (right on time)
Trapped all day, took the profits to the jeweler
Dropped it right on time (right on time)
I want you dead at 12
My shooters right on time (right on time)

[Verse 1: Juicy J]
Bitch came through right on time with the pussy
‘Cause I’ve been wanna hit it for a long time
Plug came through right on time with that pack
‘Cause I ain’t no more, I’m bone dry
Been gettin’ money for a long time
I don’t rent, I own mine
Ye ain’t talkin’ ’bout gettin’ money, lil’ nigga
Hell nah, don’t hit my phone line
Molly got a nigga on cloud 9
That purchase came in at the wrong time
Your bitch wanna jump on my dick
Sorry, but you gotta wait, baby girl, it’s a long line
These f**k niggas keep hatin’ on a G
But a nigga can’t eat if he don’t grind
Hitters gon’ take your head off
AKA clothes line
Bankroll, I can’t fold mine
Need a boujee bitch to roll mine
Nigga keep lookin’ at all this ice
But I keep the heat on me like a stove iron
The money gon’ make your girl come show out
Bend her ass over, it’s show time
She ain’t wanna leave but you called her on her phone
Told her, “Bring your ass home,” you was right on time, damn

Ke$ha – Hymn (Live)

[Intro: Juicy J & Offset]
Get up, bitch, get up, bitch
Get up, bitch, (uh) get up
Get up, bitch, get up, bitch
Get up, bitch, (woo) get up
Get up, bitch, (woo) get up, bitch
Get up, bitch, (woo) get up
Get up, bitch, (woo) get up, bitch
Get up, bitch, (hey!) get up

[Chorus: Juicy J]
Plug came through with that sack
I swear he was right on time (right on time)
Lil’ bitch pussy fat, ass fat
Goddamn she right on time (right on time)
Trapped all day, took the profits to the jeweler
Dropped it right on time (right on time)
I want you dead at 12
My shooters right on time (right on time)
Plug came through with that sack
I swear he was right on time (right on time)
Lil’ bitch pussy fat, ass fat
Goddamn she right on time (right on time)
Trapped all day, took the profits to the jeweler
Dropped it right on time (right on time)
I want you dead at 12
My shooters right on time (right on time)

[Verse 1: Juicy J]
Bitch came through right on time with the pussy
‘Cause I’ve been wanna hit it for a long time
Plug came through right on time with that pack
‘Cause I ain’t no more, I’m bone dry
Been gettin’ money for a long time
I don’t rent, I own mine
Ye ain’t talkin’ ’bout gettin’ money, lil’ nigga
Hell nah, don’t hit my phone line
Molly got a nigga on cloud 9
That purchase came in at the wrong time
Your bitch wanna jump on my dick
Sorry, but you gotta wait, baby girl, it’s a long line
These fuck niggas keep hatin’ on a G
But a nigga can’t eat if he don’t grind
Hitters gon’ take your head off
AKA clothes line
Bankroll, I can’t fold mine
Need a boujee bitch to roll mine
Nigga keep lookin’ at all this ice
But I keep the heat on me like a stove iron
The money gon’ make your girl come show out
Bend her ass over, it’s show time
She ain’t wanna leave but you called her on her phone
Told her, "Bring your ass home," you was right on time, damn

[Chorus: Juicy J]
Plug came through with that sack
I swear he was right on time (right on time)
Lil’ bitch pussy fat, ass fat
Goddamn she right on time (right on time)
Trapped all day, took the profits to the jeweler
Dropped it right on time (right on time)
I want you dead at 12
My shooters right on time (right on time)
Plug came through with that sack
I swear he was right on time (right on time)
Lil’ bitch pussy fat, ass fat
Goddamn she right on time (right on time)
Trapped all day, took the profits to the jeweler
Dropped it right on time (right on time)
I want you dead at 12
My shooters right on time (right on time)

[Verse 2: Offset]
Woo, woo, woo, woo, Offset!
Money comin’ in at the right time (money)
Bitch lookin’ at me like a gold mine (gold)
Ass so fat that I went blind (ooh)
Gimme my racks, I’ma throw mine (racks)
Gimme that coke, I’ma cook mine (coca)
Flew to the plug in Taiwan (ho)
Bad ass bitch on my timeline (bad)
Like three pics, then I pound sign (pound)
Dope came in at the right time (dope)
Cash came in at the right time (cash)
Your bitch came in at the night time (your bitch)
She told me that your bands wasn’t like mine (skrrt)
Hop in the coupe with the butter seats (hey)
It’s no cuffin’ me, she just a slut to me (slut)
Got these grapes in the jet, it’s a luxury (luxury)
Make me mad and I’ll show the other me
Hoppin’ in the Lamb’, fine like a top glisten, white whine (skrrt)
Alexander Wang, Gucci loafer, python (woo woo)
Matte black Maybach, ridin’ Akon (bap)
Hundred round drum hangin’ out of one gun (brrrt)
At the right time, hit the right lick (right lick)
At the right time hit the right bitch (uh)
Bling, bling, blaow, nigga, light switch (bling blaow)
Smokin’ on a bomb, ISIS (boom)

[Chorus: Juicy J]
Plug came through with that sack
I swear he was right on time (right on time)
Lil’ bitch pussy fat, ass fat
Goddamn she right on time (right on time)
Trapped all day, took the profits to the jeweler
Dropped it right on time (right on time)
I want you dead at 12
My shooters right on time (right on time)
Plug came through with that sack
I swear he was right on time (right on time)
Lil’ bitch pussy fat, ass fat
Goddamn she right on time (right on time)
Trapped all day, took the profits to the jeweler
Dropped it right on time (right on time)
I want you dead at 12
My shooters right on time (right on time)

Sean Price – Dead Or Alive (feat. Bernadette Price)

[Intro: Sean Price]
What do I love about rap?
Me
You know you really had to be saying something and say it well when I first came in the game
Now they say anything, so I can tell that these kids don’t have a lot of schooling man
They sound like idiots
I’m nice
I don’t care what they say as long as they go, "yo Sean P go in!"
I can live with that

[Verse 1: Sean Price]
P!
Better rapper
Beretta clapper
The clever bastard
Metal masher
Devil laughter
Cheddar after
After the gold then after that the platinum, no
After your soul then after that I clap ’em, yo
Make your back spin, the four bust
Back when used to back spin for Cold Crush
Up so tough some dumb guy
Wanna die?
For sho nuff plus the kung fu fly
I’m up to spar
I’m up to par
I’ll fuck up your jaw like fuck you, par
P, the veteran injure
Michael Dudikoff the American Ninja
Insane with the best flow holla
Private planes with Creflo Dollar
You hear Sean working B
I’m the truth and duke is just a circus freak
P

[Chorus: Bernadette Price]
Dead or alive y’all niggas can’t fuck with P
Bernadette and the league who the fuck you be?
Fronting on P, you get your head busted quick
Many niggas clam loyal but they all full of shit
Gorilla the beat
Decept P ringing bells in the streets
Plus degrees y’all niggas can’t fuck with P
Imperious Rex
Sean is the best
Punching your chest
Put you to rest
Bitch

[Verse 2: Sean Price]
Four-fifth in your face
And your facility of fuck boys forfeit in your face
Shitting, mortician sippin’ on grapes
Prepaid, premeditated, murder the 8th, P!
Idiot kinfolks
AKA the ape in the window (Magilla)
I traffic and [?] doja
A Budweiser African king poster
I’m doing my damn thing
Y’all niggas claim king and ain’t doing a damn thing
That’s my word to my moms
I never heard not one of your songs, fuck out of here
And I don’t dislike you
I dislike the dude who said disliked you
Long kiss, long fifth bitch goodbye
Can’t fuck with P, new fish to fry

[Chorus: Bernadette Price]
Dead or alive y’all niggas can’t fuck with P
Bernadette and the league who the fuck you be?
Fronting on P, you get your head busted quick
Many niggas clam loyal but they all full of shit
Gorilla the beat
Decept P ringing bells in the streets
Plus degrees y’all niggas can’t fuck with P
Imperious Rex
Sean Is the best
Punching your chest
Put you to rest
Bitch

[Outro: Sean Price]
If I slap a nigga you could hear that shit across the street
Word is bond, I got kicked out of school for that
The principle suspended me like, "what was that?"
I got arrested for noise pollution
Feel me? I smacked earth wind and fire out of niggas, word to mother

AKA & Anatii – Holy Mountain Lyrics

AKA & Anatii – Holy Mountain Lyrics

[Intro: Anatii]
Mmm
Mmm
Mmm
Ah

[Chorus: Anatii]
We’ve been low-key, can’t announce it
With the angels in the mountains
Holy water in the fountains
All the blessings now we counting

[Post-Chorus: AKA & Anatii]
Where my niggas?
It’s another episode all my niggas who coming with us
On the trip altitude ’bout to change in a minute
You need to live
You need to live

[Refrain: Anatii]
This is the slow down
It’s ’bout to go down, yea
It’s ’bout to go down
Nobody out there know the low down, yea
Sip of the slow down, yea
It’s ’bout to go down, yea
It’s ’bout to go down
Nobody out there know the low down, yea

[Verse 1: Anatii]
On the couch, Oprah
Sipping that soda
Diamonds are Pneumonia
Giving you a cold crush
Call up my chauffeur
We living la vida loca
Dipping in a Rover
Seats are color of Mshoza
I can’t be caught up in emotions
My shawty texting me emojis
You know I’m gone off the potion
You know I gotta stay focused
I thought I told you no photos
We can’t do this in the open
Baby now don’t get your hopes up
There’s plenty fish in the ocean

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[Bridge]
Holy, holy, holy, holy
Holy, holy matrimony
Only God remote control me
Fire match, a cup of coli
Two klipa in the cabi-hold
Sexy chubby nigga that’s the old me
Grinding, grinding on the stripper pole
Man I treat your girl like a jockey

[Chorus]
We’ve been low-key, can’t announce it
With the angels in the mountains
Holy water in the fountains
All the blessings now we counting

[Post-Chorus: AKA]
Where my niggas?
It’s another episode all my niggas who coming with us
On the trip altitude ’bout to change in a minute
You need to live
You need to live

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[Refrain: Anatii]
This is the slow down
It’s ’bout to go down, yea
It’s ’bout to go down
Nobody out there know the low down, yea
Sip of the slow down, yea
It’s ’bout to go down, yea
It’s ’bout to go down
Nobody out there know the low down, yea

[Verse 2 : AKA]
Thank the heavens I count all my blessings in the skies
I got a peace of mind
Every time it’s number seven when I roll the dice
I got the eagle eye
Everybody know what’s up
Every kasi show us love
Toast to shawty
It’s Divali when we in the club
It’s a problem when the water is thicker than the blood
SupaMega, super unlock
First impression, you get one shot
Legendary yet you hit the Henny
Shit gon’ leave the telly, word to sponsor
Famous the number one drug
Sipping champagne like papsuck
Solid gold chain, they can throw shade
But I do it, do it for the culture
Aye
I ain’t fxcking with your energy
Enemies and the bitches looking
‘Cause we cooking, cooking with the paraffin
All you niggas is some jelly beans
Elevated to Mandela suite
We in the house
I treat the couch like club promoter shop at Ellerines

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$ha Hef – Dope Dealer

[Hook]
You a broke nigga, I’m a dope nigga
You a broke nigga, I’m a coke dealer
You a broke nigga, I’m a dope dealer
You a broke nigga, you got no figures
You a broke nigga, I’m a dope nigga
You a broke nigga, I’m a coke dealer
You a broke nigga, I’m a dope dealer
You a broke nigga, you got no figures

[Verse 1]
The sun rise where the sun set
I chase the money while a son rest
OTM, we the gun set
Delinquent payments leave your son wet
Leave a mess all over the drum set, want mines and nothin’ less
Used to be the sixth man now they callin’ me the Brick man
AKA bust a script, keep a hunnit clip in the stick man
Hustle, I am the boss but I started off as a hitman
Flossin’ all on my strip and it got you stripped to the wristband
Get back when I click-clack, new shotty, no kickbacks
Mishaps get them giftwrapped, body parts lookin’ mismatched
Left his head where his dicks at, handgrenade where his bitch at
Put the gun where his lips at, all for doin’ that chit-chat
They say I’m vile, fuck it I take it
Stack money long as the Nile and it’s all for my mommas smile
[?]
All in a leap year, let your man rob me for a cheap fare, we share
Part of my stature, I treat your jaw like the Lord and it’s gettin’ fractured
Cop it then whip it after
This shit I’m sippin’ got me caught up in a rapture
Even when I’m throwed it ain’t a throne I couldn’t capture

[Hook]
You a broke nigga, I’m a dope nigga
You a broke nigga, I’m a coke dealer
You a broke nigga, I’m a dope dealer
You a broke nigga, you got no figures
You a broke nigga, I’m a dope nigga
You a broke nigga, I’m a coke dealer
You a broke nigga, I’m a dope dealer
You a broke nigga, ain’t got no figures

[Verse 2]
Before I was a standout niggas knew I was standup
Heard you took the stand on your homie and gave your mans up
Jack boys came, we turned pussy then gave them grams up
Police brought the pressure, they panickin’, get they plans up
You ain’t my kin, I ate your bitch and chased it with a shot of gin
She told you she got the gin
I know that I’m prone to sin, I know that I’m prone to win
I know that I’m prone to pull up and serve a nigga and spin
The weed musty, the juice dirty, the blade rusty
I’m unlucky, I triple crossed you, can’t trust me
My [?], my trap jumpin’, the fiends dusty
I owe Papi my work fire, I lean busty
Any season keep the snow like I’m Jack Frost
Five star telly, you’re posted up in a crack loft
Pounds get lost in the postal, now that’s a pack loss
Told the plug double the order and got the pack off
I’m a real trapper you niggas just some pedestrians
Polo all over my body like an equestrian
Shorty got that wet hair, she wavy, feel like I’m jetskiing
Slide up in that pussy then skate off I call it Gretzkyin’

Baby E – Bando (feat. Lil Wayne & Hoody Baby)

(Yeah, uh-huh)
(Yeah-eh)

[Hook: Baby E.]
I’ve been trappin out the bando
Chillin’ with my grandma
Grew up down in Florida
Raised me in the N.O
Say they raised me in the N.O, yeah

[Verse: Baby E.]
Shout out to my day-ones
And the place I came from
Living in the hills now
Used to be a trailer
Me and all my homies
We done came a long way
Copper catchin’ cases just for tryna steal bologna
Maybe he the prodigy
AKA the greatest
Fuck ’em if he hate
I’m the peoples’ favorite
Had to take the negative
Turn into a positive
Now I’m doing everything they probably thought I never could, yeah

[Verse: Lil Wayne]
Nothing’s ever easy (no)
Was on the outside looking in with a squeejee (oh)
Then I got the game from Juvie, Turk and B.G. (woah)
I went from wearing C-Z’s to yelling "bling-bling!"
Lord I remember when the birds was just "Tweety"
Moses wearing BEBE, not BC-BG
Lord I remember when these hoes wasn’t so freaky
Yes I remember when these hoes was being cheeky
But now they tweakin’ for a nigga, I’m a rockstar
I like my red carpet redder than my eyeballs
She got that pep in her step, I knock her socks off
And to the left, to the left, like a southpaw
And I keep dozing on them, off the codeine
She said I need to stop, bitch, guess who I don’t need
The drophead cost me a duffel bag of hundreds
It’s my way or the highway, and I see traffic coming (skrr)
And my homies got more white than abercrombie
So baby knock yourself out she started shadowboxing
And my homies wear all black, act like they gothic
And these hoes act like they topics, bitch we talk ’bout profits

[Hook: Baby E.]
I’ve been trappin out the bando
Chillin’ with my grandma
Grew up down in Florida
Raised me in the N.O
Say they raised me in the N.O, yeah

[Verse: Hoody Baby]
Bitch, I’m the man
Bitches used to call me manage
With that white girl, disappear, Vanish
Sell a whole thing for 32 like magic
Pull up with the plug, bitches think I speak Spanish
I remember back when a nigga never had shit
Just a bad bitch, 3 pounds, and a mattress
She ran off with the work, so it’s like I never had shit
I can’t even lie, I could have killed that bitch
Had to make a trap, she want the money or the hoes, my nigga
Coke prices up and down like gold, my nigga
Rockin’ shows, my nigga
Rockin’ O’s, my nigga
In the Double-R on this rocky road, my nigga

[Hook: Baby E.]
Trappin out the bando (Young Moolah, baby!)
Chillin’ with my grandma
Grew up down in Florida
Raised me in the end though
Say they raised me in the end though, yeah

[Verse: Baby E.]
Shout out to my day-ones
And the place I came from
Living in the hills now
Used to be a trailer
Me and all my homies
We done came a long way
Copper catchin’ cases just for tryna steal bologna

[Hook: Baby E.]
Trappin out the bando
Chillin’ with my grandma
Grew up down in Florida
Raised me in the end though
Say they raised me in the end though, yeah

Baby E. – Bando Lyrics

(Yeah, uh-huh)
(Yeah-eh)

[Hook: Baby E.]
I’ve been trappin out the bando
Chillin’ with my grandma
Grew up down in Florida
Raised me in the end though
Say they raised me in the end though, yeah

[Verse: Baby E.]
Shout out to my day-ones
And the place I came from
Living in the hills now
Used to be a trailer
Me and all my homies
We done came a long way
Copper catchin’ cases just for tryna steal bologna
Maybe he the prodigy
AKA the greatest
Fuck ’em if he hate
I’m the peoples’ favorite
Had to take the negative
Turn into a positive
Now I’m doing everything they probably thought I never could, yeah

[Verse: Lil Wayne]
Nothing’s ever easy (no)
Was on the outside looking in with a squeejee (oh)
Then I got the game from, [?] BG (woah)
I went from wearing C-Z’s to yellow bling-bling
Lord I remember when the birds was just tweeting
Moses wearing BB, not BC-BG
Lord I remember when these hoes was not so freaky
Yes I remember when these hoes was being cheeky
But now they tweakin’ for a nigga, I’m a rockstar
I like my red carpet redder than my eyeballs
She got that pep in her step, I knock her socks off
And to the left, to the left, like the south pole
And I keep dozing off, [?] the codeine
She said I need to stop, bitch, guess who I don’t need
The trap head cost me a duffel bag of hundreds
It’s my way or the highway, and I see traffic coming (skrr)
And my homies got more white than abercrombie
So baby knock yourself out she started shadowboxing
And my homies wear all black, act like they got that
And these hoes act like they topics, bitch we talk ’bout profits

[Hook: Baby E.]
I’ve been trappin out the bando
Chillin’ with my grandma
Grew up down in Florida
Raised me in the end though
Say they raised me in the end though, yeah

[Verse: Hoody Baby]
Bitch, I’m the man
Bitches used to call me manage
With that white girl, this a pair, vanish
Sell a whole thing for 32 like magic
Pull up with the plug, bitches think I speak Spanish
I remember back when a nigga never had shit
Just a bad bitch, 3 pounds, and a mattress
She ran off with the work, so it’s like I never had shit
I can’t even lie, I could have killed that bitch
Had to make a trap, she want the money or the hoes, my nigga
Coke prices up and down like gold, my nigga
Rockin’ shows, my nigga
Rockin’ O’s, my nigga
In the Double-R on this rocky road, my nigga

[Hook: Baby E.]
Trappin out the bando (Young Moolah, baby!)
Chillin’ with my grandma
Grew up down in Florida
Raised me in the end though
Say they raised me in the end though, yeah

[Verse: Baby E.]
Shout out to my day-ones
And the place I came from
Living in the hills now
Used to be a trailer
Me and all my homies
We done came a long way
Copper catchin’ cases just for tryna steal bologna

[Hook: Baby E.]
Trappin out the bando
Chillin’ with my grandma
Grew up down in Florida
Raised me in the end though
Say they raised me in the end though, yeah

YO GOTTI – Castro lyrics

(Yeah) Castro
Whoa, whoa, whoa (yeah)
Cubans on me like I’m Castro (yeah)
Bitches like I’m Castro, yah
Kickin’ bitches like I’m Castro (whoa)
Cuban cigar nigga
Spanish chick, JLo
Dope money, Pablo
The double cross you up, eyeball
Castro, Castro, Castro

Cubans on me like I’m Castro
Hit your bitch with a backstroke
Spanish bitch, JLo
Dope money, Pablo
Astronaut, take off
John Travolta (face off)
In the kitchen, have a bake off
She gon’ snort her whole damn face off
Cubans on me like I’m Castro
Hit your bitch with a backstroke
Spanish bitch, JLo
Dope money, Pablo
Astronaut, take off
John Travolta (face off)
In the kitchen, have a bake off
She gon’ snort her whole damn face off

EA Sports, I’m in the Playoffs (in the game)
I’m in Saks goin’ AWOL
I’m at Neimans goin’ AWOL
Hit your bitch in the Aloft
Head cool, but the pussy wack
Wanna unfuck her, get her pussy back
Cuban on your boy, I’m Castro
Hit your bitch with a backstroke
Medellín, Pablo
Money bags, Wells Fargo
Call my driver, where the car go?
100 thousand in my cargo
I get dope by the cargo
I got whips, no car note
I got whips, no slave
All my cribs got maids
All my cribs like a maze
Shit so big, they amazed
Still thuggin’, they amazed
Put me on a track with ‘Ye
In the kitchen rocking ‘Ye’s
In the trenches with the Js
Feds listenin’, we don’t do the phone
They record everythin’ we say

Cubans on me like I’m Castro
Hit your bitch with a backstroke
Spanish bitch, JLo
Dope money, Pablo
Astronaut, take off
John Travolta (face off)
In the kitchen, have a bake off
She gon’ snort her whole damn face off
Cubans on me like I’m Castro
Hit your bitch with a backstroke
Spanish bitch, JLo
Dope money, Pablo
Astronaut, take off
John Travolta (face off)
In the kitchen, have a bake off
She gon’ snort her whole damn face off

Quavo, honcho
My life like Pablo
Cuban hoes fall in love with a nigga
They’ll treat me like Fabio
Off white like shell toes
Stick to the money, velcro
Standin’ on the top ropes
Then I jump down, hit you with the elbow
Why do the birds need a plane if they can fly?
I be standin’ in the field with the fire
So many onions in the trap, make me cry
My styrofoam got more oil than Dubai
Ridin’ round with extendo
Ridin’ round with extendo
Never, never, serve ya kinfolk
Never, never, serve ya kinfolk
Niggas shootin’ out the window
Niggas shootin’ at your window
Yeah, you better keep your head low
Feds watchin’, better lay low

Cubans on me like I’m Castro
Hit your bitch with a backstroke
Spanish bitch, JLo
Dope money, Pablo
Astronaut, take off
John Travolta (face off)
In the kitchen, have a bake off
She gon’ snort her whole damn face off

Anti lame nigga
Take your girl like a pain killer
Just saw a picture of your first baby mama
Look like a train hit her
Can’t finesse me, I’m the finest
AKA, it’s your Highness
I don’t know if she got a snort habit
Or the bitch got sinus
Pyrex tried to sign us
Bakin’ soda tryna sign us
Got a red stove and a gold fork
Shit lookin’ like the ‘9’ers
Told shawty, you a minus
And I say it out of kindness
Cuban links change the climate
Dick tall, she can climb it
Sold so many damn bags
I coulda went diamond
Watch wristband diamond
On my neck look diamond
Simon says nigga stop takin’ my shit
Nigga, start rhymin’
4 rings like an Audi
Hotel suite, cloudy

Cubans on me like I’m Castro
Hit your bitch with a backstroke
Spanish bitch, JLo
Dope money, Pablo
Astronaut, take off
John Travolta (face off)
In the kitchen, have a bake off
She gon’ snort her whole damn face off

Yo Gotti – Castro lyrics

itemid=”http://www.directlyrics.com/yo-gotti-artist.html”>YO GOTTI Castro lyrics

(Yeah) Castro
Whoa, whoa, whoa (yeah)
Cubans on me like I’m Castro (yeah)
Bitches like I’m Castro, yah
Kickin’ bitches like I’m Castro (whoa)
Cuban cigar nigga
Spanish chick, JLo
Dope money, Pablo
The double cross you up, eyeball
Castro, Castro, Castro

Cubans on me like I’m Castro
Hit your bitch with a backstroke
Spanish bitch, JLo
Dope money, Pablo
Astronaut, take off
John Travolta (face off)
In the kitchen, have a bake off
She gon’ snort her whole damn face off
Cubans on me like I’m Castro
Hit your bitch with a backstroke
Spanish bitch, JLo
Dope money, Pablo
Astronaut, take off
John Travolta (face off)
In the kitchen, have a bake off
She gon’ snort her whole damn face off

EA Sports, I’m in the Playoffs (in the game)
I’m in Saks goin’ AWOL
I’m at Neimans goin’ AWOL
Hit your bitch in the Aloft
Head cool, but the pussy wack
Wanna unfuck her, get her pussy back
Cuban on your boy, I’m Castro
Hit your bitch with a backstroke
Medellín, Pablo
Money bags, Wells Fargo
Call my driver, where the car go?
100 thousand in my cargo
I get dope by the cargo
I got whips, no car note
I got whips, no slave
All my cribs got maids
All my cribs like a maze
Shit so big, they amazed
Still thuggin’, they amazed
Put me on a track with ‘Ye
In the kitchen rocking ‘Ye’s
In the trenches with the Js
Feds listenin’, we don’t do the phone
They record everythin’ we say

Cubans on me like I’m Castro
Hit your bitch with a backstroke
Spanish bitch, JLo
Dope money, Pablo
Astronaut, take off
John Travolta (face off)
In the kitchen, have a bake off
She gon’ snort her whole damn face off
Cubans on me like I’m Castro
Hit your bitch with a backstroke
Spanish bitch, JLo
Dope money, Pablo
Astronaut, take off
John Travolta (face off)
In the kitchen, have a bake off
She gon’ snort her whole damn face off

Quavo, honcho
My life like Pablo
Cuban hoes fall in love with a nigga
They’ll treat me like Fabio
Off white like shell toes
Stick to the money, velcro
Standin’ on the top ropes
Then I jump down, hit you with the elbow
Why do the birds need a plane if they can fly?
I be standin’ in the field with the fire
So many onions in the trap, make me cry
My styrofoam got more oil than Dubai
Ridin’ round with extendo
Ridin’ round with extendo
Never, never, serve ya kinfolk
Never, never, serve ya kinfolk
Niggas shootin’ out the window
Niggas shootin’ at your window
Yeah, you better keep your head low
Feds watchin’, better lay low

Cubans on me like I’m Castro
Hit your bitch with a backstroke
Spanish bitch, JLo
Dope money, Pablo
Astronaut, take off
John Travolta (face off)
In the kitchen, have a bake off
She gon’ snort her whole damn face off

Anti lame nigga
Take your girl like a pain killer
Just saw a picture of your first baby mama
Look like a train hit her
Can’t finesse me, I’m the finest
AKA, it’s your Highness
I don’t know if she got a snort habit
Or the bitch got sinus
Pyrex tried to sign us
Bakin’ soda tryna sign us
Got a red stove and a gold fork
Shit lookin’ like the ‘9’ers
Told shawty, you a minus
And I say it out of kindness
Cuban links change the climate
Dick tall, she can climb it
Sold so many damn bags
I coulda went diamond
Watch wristband diamond
On my neck look diamond
Simon says nigga stop takin’ my shit
Nigga, start rhymin’
4 rings like an Audi
Hotel suite, cloudy

Cubans on me like I’m Castro
Hit your bitch with a backstroke
Spanish bitch, JLo
Dope money, Pablo
Astronaut, take off
John Travolta (face off)
In the kitchen, have a bake off
She gon’ snort her whole damn face off

Red Cafe – She A Bad One (Remix) (feat. Cardi B) letras

[Hook: Red Cafe]
Bad bitch alert, bad bitch alert
Bad bitch alert, bad bitch alert
Oh yeah, she a bad one
Oh yeah, she a bad one
Bad bitch alert, bad bitch alert
Bad bitch alert, bad bitch alert
Oh yeah, she a bad one
Oh yeah, she a bad one
Bad bitch alert, bad bitch alert
Bad bitch alert, bad bitch alert
Oh yeah, she a bad one
Oh yeah, she a bad one

[Verse 1: Red Cafe]
Down girl from the city, she a bad one
Ass on G wagon, she with the action
Told me I was call her nasty, Miss Jackson
Everything designer, she with the fashion
Oh yeah, ooh, she ’bout her bankrolls
Slim, thick, ooh, I need a sample
She smart, not just a pretty face
Make it pop, earthquake, girl you my taste
Oh yeah, ooh, she a leather boss
Macaveli, ooh, I’m a outlaw
Most wanted, ooh, you want my hit list
Putting in work on fitness, I’m fucking with you
[Hook: Red Cafe]
Bad bitch alert, bad bitch alert
Bad bitch alert, bad bitch alert
Oh yeah, she a bad one
Oh yeah, she a bad one
Bad bitch alert, bad bitch alert
Bad bitch alert, bad bitch alert
Oh yeah, she a bad one
Oh yeah, she a bad one

[Verse 2: Cardi B]
Bad bitch alert, bad bitch
Looking bad, bitch alert cause he trashing the dirt
Facts ain’t get hurt, took trash in the Merc
Scratch what you heard, these hands fast and they work
So what’s popping trig?
Got a shiny Cartier every time I’m walking in
That’s that bad bitch alert, they know what time it is
Ass in bezerk, can’t get enough of it
I like commas, commas, commas
Put that ring, too much drama, drama, drama
And I put that on my mama, mama, mama
If the bitch try me, I’mma find her, find her, find her

[Hook: Red Cafe]
Bad bitch alert, bad bitch alert
Bad bitch alert, bad bitch alert
Oh yeah, she a bad one
Oh yeah, she a bad one
Bad bitch alert, bad bitch alert
Bad bitch alert, bad bitch alert
Oh yeah, she a bad one
Oh yeah, she a bad one

[Verse 3: E-40]
Lady boss, hella pretty
I bet that pussy slap, thick like she from Mississippi
Bitch hella bad, nipples poking out her shirt
They hella mad, they wanna find her cause they hurt
Jealous house, ball in they Griffin club
Your pantyhose, magazine, holster shows
Centrefolds, booty cheeks and stripper poles
Decimals, tricking niggas throw some more
Sophisticated, she a Delta
AKA say
Highly educated
Bad bitch alert, the gang celebrate it

[Hook: Red Cafe]
Bad bitch alert, bad bitch alert
Bad bitch alert, bad bitch alert
Oh yeah, she a bad one
Oh yeah, she a bad one
Bad bitch alert, bad bitch alert
Bad bitch alert, bad bitch alert
Oh yeah, she a bad one
Oh yeah, she a bad one
Bad bitch alert, bad bitch alert
Bad bitch alert, bad bitch alert
Oh yeah, she a bad one
Oh yeah, she a bad one

[Verse 4: Red Cafe]
In that ass department, that girl a heavyweight
What your dick load and she levitate
Shawty hop up on the pole and she demonstrate
I bet you never get some bands that’ll generate
Girl you got a whole lot
Sitting in them leggings, how you carry that around?
You bring it a whole lot
Bad bitch alert, she got a million dollar box
Gon’ keep your glass full, all the bitches swerve
I’mma need a Rolls Royce to handle the curves
Oh yeah, she a bad one, you got the boomerang
When they turn to stalkers, she on a newer thang

[Hook: Red Cafe]
Bad bitch alert, bad bitch alert
Bad bitch alert, bad bitch alert
Oh yeah, she a bad one
Oh yeah, she a bad one
Bad bitch alert, bad bitch alert
Bad bitch alert, bad bitch alert
Oh yeah, she a bad one
Oh yeah, she a bad one
Bad bitch alert, bad bitch alert
Bad bitch alert, bad bitch alert
Oh yeah, she a bad one
Oh yeah, she a bad one