Testo BING BONG [feat. Sexyy Red] - BlakeIANA feat. Sexyy Red
Testo della canzone BING BONG [feat. Sexyy Red] (BlakeIANA feat. Sexyy Red), tratta dall'album BING BONG (Remix) [feat. Sexyy Red]
(3Dawg made this one)
Only thing I love is money, commas make me horny (money fetish)
Ghost my last nigga, he wasn't doin' enough for me (bye)
Shout out to them bitches who keep my name in they mouth
Just know I'm the big league and you hoes some Girl Scouts (little-ass girl)
Airplane mode, I don't wanna talk if money ain't bein' mentioned (mmm)
Thinkin' she could fuck with me, this bitch done lost her senses (lost her mind)
If that nigga top fire, I'm grantin' him three wishes
Pulled a him on him, now he swear he can't stand bitches
Pulled a him on him, now he swear he can't stand hoes (hoes)
My nigga pull up Hellcat, Trackhawk, Range Rove' (skrrt)
I'm lookin' good as hell, the fuck I look like stayin' inside for? (Fuck I look like?)
Skully tee Chanaynay, bitch, I spent a ten on wardrobe (ten)
I get what I want and send these niggas off like mail (get outta there)
You can be his peace, 'cause I'm the type to give him hell (hell)
He thought he had me put up, crazy as hell (crazy)
More motion than a lotta niggas that's slangin' vacuum seal (okay)
Y'all might think it's drip, I just be gettin' fresh as hell (for real)
Young raw turnt bitch, I ain't takin' no chill pill (never ever)
All my opps is dead 'cause bitches can't be for real (they dead)
If that nigga fuck up, I'm gettin' back in the field (back up in the field)
Yeah-yeah, play dumb, I put belt to ass, my nigga puttin' Dracs to drums (bitch ass)
I'ma blow some bread for real, I want every crumb
Pressin' P on bitches always made my days fun
Post a pic on Instа', to my DMs, niggas run (nah, for real)
You might think he's hot, to me, this nigga ain't worth nothin' (back up, lil' bruh)
Who want smoke with B? They gon' need another lung (yup)
Screamin', "Fuck ya life" like I'm from NY, bing bong (dummy)
Northside, it's your favorite, hood hottest princess, Sexyy motherfuckin' Red in this motherfucker
I had to hop on this bitch with my bitch Blake, Saint Louis shit, nigga (Sexyy)
Only thing I want is cash, designer on my ass (duh)
Left my main nigga 'cause that dick was skraight trash (wack)
Northside bitch, you know me, I chase a bag (on Bloods)
Any nigga I fuck with gon' run his mouth and brag (goofy)
Cars tinted five, you can't see who in this whip (nope)
I like exotic guns, red beams with the switch (graow-baow)
My niggas don't talk 'cause I punch 'em in the lip (what?)
Pulled a him on him, now he swear he can't stand a bitch (Sexyy)
Only thing I love is money, commas make me horny (money fetish)
Ghost my last nigga, he wasn't doin' enough for me (bye)
Shout out to them bitches who keep my name in they mouth
Just know I'm the big league and you hoes some Girl Scouts (little-ass girl)
Airplane mode, I don't wanna talk if money ain't bein' mentioned (mmm)
Thinkin' she could fuck with me, this bitch done lost her senses (lost her mind)
If that nigga top fire, I'm grantin' him three wishes
Pulled a him on him, now he swear he can't stand bitches
Credits
Writer(s): Dmitriy Zavgorodniy, Janae Nierah Wherry, Blake Batchman, Xyion Inc
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