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maldives - br3nya lyrics

[intro]
who else?
mmm

[chorus]
i need a n*gga who gon’ take me maldives
f*ck around, drop a humid on me
if i buss it, can you get me ap?
hot girl, gotta keep me on freeze
he know he want spend his money on me
bad b*tch so you know i ain’t cheap
i been all around the world, seen a whole lotta girls
but ain’t none of them badder than me

[verse 1]
i got n*ggas that gon’ spend it on my say so
can’t f*ck him if he stingy with the pesos
got that creamy but this ain’t no alfredo
asked him how it tastes, he say, “baby, muy bueno” (mwah)
i go dumb on the d*ck like i got low iq
i ride for more than ten minutes if i really like you
make a bum b*tch sick when i’m spazzin’ in thе booth
married to this f*ckin’ money, that’s why i said, “i do”
mmm, i like it likе that
course i got an attitude when this ass is so fat
i’m a meal, and you a snack
you a p*ssy, get the strap
if i let him put him tip, she won’t ever get him back
i been a spoiled b*tch from young
how a n*gga not gon’ get me everythin’ that i want?
how a n*gga not gon’ eat it from the back to the front?
they ain’t never wanted smoke, so i don’t ever pass the blunt, ow
[chorus]
i need a n*gga who gon’ take me maldives
f*ck around, drop a humid on me
if i buss it, can you get me ap?
hot girl, gotta keep me on freeze
he know he want spend his money on me
bad b*tch so you know i ain’t cheap
i been all around the world, seen a whole lotta girls
but ain’t none of them badder than me

[verse 2]
knick, knack, paddy whack, i gave your dog a bone (i did)
you should report him missin’, he ain’t comin’ back home (sorry)
this ain’t fake, batty fat, this is homegrown
my kitties sittin’ upright like they’re silicone
you can call me sade, i’m a smooth operator
i give him ass for breakfast, then he save the rest for later
the way he slid up in this, would’ve thought he was a skater
it’s br3yna, a.k.a, the dumb b*tch slayer
got that good throat, call me llama
i like man long like banana
i need m’s just like mcdonald’s
they my kids and i’m madonna
i need the pj, not pyjamas
pull up in mercedes, hummers
don’t care who the f*ck you are
if you don’t like me, suck ya mama (suck ya mama)
if my name up in your mouth, i hope you gag (ah)
i’m probably with my b*tches poppin’ tags (uh*huh)
or i’m probably with your n*gga coppin’ bags (true)
word to michael jackson, who’s bad?
[chorus]
i need a n*gga who gon’ take me maldives
f*ck around, drop a humid on me
if i buss it, can you get me ap?
hot girl, gotta keep me on freeze
he know he want spend his money on me
bad b*tch so you know i ain’t cheap
i been all around the world, seen a whole lotta girls
but ain’t none of them badder than me

[outro]
yo, you already know
who the f*ck it is
it’s br3yna, the baddest
obviously
you already knew that though
f*ck you b*tches, f*ck you hoes
still take your n*gga anyway, still take your n*gga any day
and you know a bad b*tch don’t play

- br3nya lyrics

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