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Bomb Bae!

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Bomb Bae! - Jean Deaux Lyrics


[Verse 1]

Look at my gold, check, necklace, check

Tatted bitch talkin' real reckless, yes

Everything I do epic, blessed

No UPS and you'll get the message

Everybody talkin' bout bezels (Bezels)

Everybody drip just drizzle (Drizzle)

Bitch, go to work, you can't clock me

Clock in 'cause you're on the schedule (Yeah)

If they go crazy, then I'ma Goku (Uh-huh)

Bitch glowed up? like Goku (Goku)

[Daddy's all meat?] and no tofu (Tofu)

[Bosco?] [0:29] detox, he likes them Whole Foods

Stash diamonds in that Payless (Payless)

Between Reeboks and nice shoes (Nice shoes)

Now I re-up on the bullshit (Bullshit)

Sendin' them home like a curfew (Oh)

I'm with Mrs. Smith and that Smith and Wesson (Woah)

Bitch, I'm the answer, you out the question

Heat up the scene and they steady pressin'

I'm on the green in my salad dressing

Dry ice, the diamonds on freeze (Freeze)

When he make me come, I'ma cream on the cheese (Uh)

You can be rich, but you cannot get these

I'm one-on-one like this shit on my feet, ooh



[Chorus]

Just give me rounds

Like Bombay

And he gon' eat it up (Eat it up)

'Cause he know it's gourmet (Gourmet)

I'm up in that bitch head, séance

But you know I want bread

Bae, I need it homemade (Homemade)



[Verse 2]

Quit the retail, not nothin' ragtop (No)

I'll get 'em higher than crack rock

If he give me lip, I'ma crack jaw

I cannot play with that nigga, not at all (At all)

At they neck with a hacksaw

Ted Bundy on these hoes

Servin' these flows for C-notes

I'm in my undies, but money get dressed when it re-post

Eatin' yummy à la mode (Mode)

Eatin' bums, I'm in beast mode (Yah)

You know what the fuck goin' on (Goin' on)

Find out when you decode the G code

Your baby daddy crazy, I think that nigga in love

I'm a big mama, still don't give a mother fuck

And I might get some head

Depend if we drink all this liquor then hiccup

Hoes be smilin', I can't trust her

She wanna know if I'm fuckin' her nigga

Don't talk crazy, I'ma be inchin' up

Like ridin' a boa constrictor

These hoes can't rap, I know she suck

I could eat his [?]



[Chorus]

Just give me rounds (Just give me rounds)

Like bomb, bae (Bombay)

And he gon' eat it up (Eat it up)

'Cause he know it's gourmet (Gourmet)

I'm up in that bitch head, séance

But you know I want bread

Bae, I need it homemade (Homemade)

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