Solo Grim - Grimbotron

Bad bitch, kinda tall, and she light skin Speak louder to me, girl, till it make sense
If she a dime, I'ma quarter, tell me who wins First quarter, all the flags start to make
sense I ain't met no pretty girl who ever paid rent Had her lit to future, then I left here in the past tense Never scared to lose em, bet the money make em back flip Put the whip in autopilot, "oh, it's magic?"
Every night, it's far from average We drove from Indio to Paris
Still rockin' G.A.P., I'm Clarence Speak louder to me, girl, till it make sense
Never scared to lose em, bet the money make em back flip

Bloop, bloop, bloop, bloop, bloop, bloop, bloop, bloop Baby get to lookin' then she took, took, took, took
Bloop, bloop, bloop, bloop, bloop, bloop, bloop, bloop I'ma vet up in the game, that boy a rook, rook, rook, rook
If I die today, just throw away my laptop Who gon' really pull it
Could've lost it near the blacktop Name a nigga better than me, baby, better ask God

Weekend up in Tahoe, you was lookin' like a backdrop
Or a lock screen Prada dirty from the mud, but the fit clean
Nigga probably ball enough for the whole team She say she never met a nigga with the whole thing
Cinco brand, 5star, I'm like five deep She can't even take a nigga, not the whole thing

Rather settle for some diamonds and be glowing So be careful what you do, and what you show me
Be fuckin' for real

Bad bitch, kinda tall, and she light skin Speak louder to me, girl, till it make sense
If she a dime, I'ma quarter, tell me who wins First quarter, all the flags start to make
sense I ain't met no pretty girl who ever paid rent Had her lit to future, then I left here in the past tense Never scared to lose em, bet the money make em back flip Put the whip in autopilot, "oh, it's magic?"
Every night, it's far from average We drove from Indio to Paris
Still rockin' G.A.P., I'm Clarence Speak louder to me, girl, till it make sense
Never scared to lose em, bet the money make em back flip

Bloop, bloop, bloop, bloop, bloop, bloop, bloop, bloop Baby get to lookin' then she took, took, took, took
Bloop, bloop, bloop, bloop, bloop, bloop, bloop, bloop I'ma vet up in the game, that boy a rook, rook, rook, rook

Tip the bottle, girl, you know we Casamigo fiends
Prada's on, watch your tone when you talk to me
All this Rhude on my body, fuck apologies Asked me, could she "drive the whip", and now she ridin' me

Bad bitch, kinda tall, and she light skin Speak louder to me, girl, till it make sense
If she a dime, I'ma quarter, tell me who wins First quarter, all the flags start to make
sense I ain't met no pretty girl who ever paid rent Had her lit to future down, then I left here in the past tense Never scared to lose em, bet the money make em back flip Put the whip in autopilot, "oh, it's magic?"

Written by:
Amahd Hawkins

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