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Okay Ayy, okay, huh God, this lil bitch bad, know she a bag, know she a Barbie doll Swerve, I move too fast, we just might crash, you know I ain't driving slow She ain't got nothin' but ass, nothin' but class, just know I ain't leaving it alone I got nothin' but cash in a roll If you got a twin, I'm grabbin' you both (okay, this beat from wylan) Where them keys? I'm grabbin' 'em both Say please, I'm giving you more Baby, don't tease, you know that we grown Keep shit quiet, you know what you know And I got time, I'm doing the most Don't got time, I just pour a four You need me, you know where to go Keep shit quiet, you know what you know Pretty girl styling the gold, her tooth-gem smile, and it glow (glow) Thrifted dress, but it's skin-tight, damn near can see her soul (soul) She wanna have a big night, espresso martini, SoHo She finna do her big one, her ex grabbed his chest, said: Oh, no (oh, no) Grabbin' her, kissing her neck Pickin' her up, he sending her texts (what?) He calling her phone, tryna get her back I'm telling her friends, Go climb in the back (yeah) We ridin' around, he circling back We paintin' the town, he lurking on apps She in the front seat doing karaoke while her two best friends wanna twerk in the back Fourth one left and the third took a nap Second one sittin' in the first one lap (yeah) Said, Take us home, take care of our girl, and the rest was a verse and the verse was a wrap (oh) Keep my word, keep the dirt under wraps Happy ending, it was perfect at that Keep my number in case of emergency 'cause if you prefer, then we can sure run it back (what?) God, this lil bitch bad, know she a bag, know she a Barbie doll Swerve, I move too fast, we just might crash, you know I ain't driving slow She ain't got nothin' but ass, nothin' but class, just know I ain't leaving it alone I got nothin' but cash in a roll If you got a twin, I'm grabbin' you both Okay, pretty girls freezing in Chrome Heart, gave her the nickname Cold Hey, read a book on the murder she wrote (woah) What's the chance of me taking you home? Say, Chance, I'm calling an iso Are you hearing me clear? Is the mic' on? You look good, we can do it with the lights on We'll both be home when the night gone (yeah, bae) You too fine to be stuck on the phone I'ma fuck the first night 'cause I'm grown Baby, who the fuck said I was all bad? Even then, you said that they wrong I can look and just tell that you all bad I can tell that you all bad, oh God, this lil bitch bad, know she a bag, know she a Barbie doll Swerve, I move too fast, we just might crash, you know I ain't driving slow She ain't got nothin' but ass, nothin' but class, just know I ain't leaving it alone I got nothin' but cash in a roll If you got a twin, I'm grabbin' you both Where them keys? I'm grabbin' 'em both Say please, I'm giving you more Baby, don't tease, you know that we grown Keep shit quiet, you know what you know And I got time, I'm doing the most Don't got time, I just pour a four You need me, you know where to go Keep shit quiet, you know what you know