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ling ling - heembeezy lyrics

[verse 1]
i just met a bad b*tch her name ling ling
gave her five bands told her you can spend these
introduced a five star meal, she used to wendy’s
just made a b*tch talk to me through my cashapp
it’s just about five hundred for a take back
the way she give me brain she could’ve a when that take back
she finna call her brothers i got blowers baby bet that
i’m really heem
the famous young mr. get blue cheese
i got yo’ b*tch up at the bnb, she suck me up all day whеn she leave shе gone need new knees
dolce and gabbana i got sick of wearing gucci
if you the type of n*gga show my b*tch how to make 10 bands
i don’t like to share, if you my b*tch you don’t need no friends
i’m the type to get a b*tch to link but she got a boyfriend
she wanna have my baby told me throw away my trojan
oh d*mn

[chorus]
she a bad b*tch
from the stressor
seen yo’ face up on the gram i had to text her
five star lil’ baby you some pressure
bus’ you down, bus’ you down til yo’ neck hurt
she got a name but everybody call her fine ass (fine ass)
rude b*tch yeah i like that
she got a name but everybody call her fine ass (fine ass)
rude b*tch yeah i like that
[verse 2]
she got a name but everybody call her pretty face
and she still a bad b*tch with a skinny waist
drop the addy slide when i come over when its pretty late
i wish i had a b*tch that stay solid bet it’s pretty great
oh you got a n*gga baby can he fight though
i like me a crazy b*tch, super psycho
a friendly b*tch that entertains these n*ggas, i don’t like those
i get the homegirl to slap a b*tch ’cause i can’t fight hoes
it’s chosen season, lil’ mama you know i want you
leave these hoes, all on seen, if you want me to
i could beat it, like mike and bring yo’ friends too
skinny mini, mh, she got some attitude
i’m makin’ play, ha, like a five*star athlete
i got zero hoes baby you can stop asking me
post me on your story baby feel free to add me
said you claim me you a freak come and suck me in the backseat

[chorus]
she a bad b*tch
from the stressor
seen yo’ face up on the gram i had to text her
five star lil’ baby you some pressure
bus’ you down, bus’ you down til yo’ neck hurt
she got a name but everybody call her fine ass (fine ass)
rude b*tch yeah i like that
she got a name but everybody call her fine ass (fine ass)
rude b*tch yeah i like that
[verse 3]
finna f*ck her summer up you ain’t no city girl
[?] going out tonight, oh you’s a city girl
i like her ’cause she thuggin’ on her own and she a pretty girl
don’t wanna see pause on facetime, show them tittes girl
i like a toxic rude b*tch with some attitude
i sip the ac, good morning, text you wake up in a happy mood
i wish you would cheat on me lil’ baby, i am not that dude
’cause i shoot that n*gga house up, you hear ca ca boom
most hated, been chasin’, best friends with ben franklin
i’m the real him, what they been sayin’
never with a b*tch when i’m what a b*tch need
she want balenciaga b*tch you ain’t worth six rings
if i adore her i’ll put dior on her
f*ck the door, you ain’t say thank you, close the door on her
can you facetime a n*gga while i’m on the game
if i ain’t had the money or the fame would you know my name

- heembeezy lyrics

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