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bali baby - game over lyrics

[intro]
aha, i told that motherf-ckin’ ho to stick to the plan
that b-tch tryna go out there, do this, do that, no b-tch!
(mitch mula, drop that b-mbaclaat)
haha, muah!

[chorus]
little b-tch, stick to the plan
i’m rockin’ out like a b-tch in the band
i got more sh-lls than the beach on the sand
slimin’ n-gg-s just like i’m dirty dan
come get your b-tch, you know she is a fan
i call him peter, he whippin’ the pans
diamonds glarin’ on me, might catch a tan
i pulled up on ’em and they f-ckin’ ran (hah, goodbye)
b-tch, it’s game over, i’m riding ’round in a rover
he cannot walk, he ain’t sober
i know that i cannot walk out in public, ’cause i know this gas got a oder
little b-tch snakin’, i call her a cobra
ice skatin’, because my water colder
they love my flow because my sh-t is bolder
i love that b-tch ’cause she do what i told her

[verse]
back to spittin’ heat, you n-gg-s impressed
when i step out, i dress for the best
they ask me how i’m doin’, b-tch, take a guess
n-gg-s switchin’ clothes, but flex for the net
yes i’m poppin’, b-tch i know you upset
check out my neck, my diamonds is wet
these b-tches poppin’ p-ssy for a check
she in the front row, she wanna have s-x
i’m in a trance, dirty diana ’cause she start to dance
keep your money, i don’t need no advance
money hungry, pilin’ up like some ants
you b-tches ain’t poppin’ your music is rants
yes i’m poppin’ just like i am a can
you is liar, got fire in your pants
don’t ask me for sh-t, b-tch, put up your hands

- bali baby lyrics

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