Wrong way, bring it, bring it back
She wonder what's in my cup
Baby girl, I just double it up
All these hoes, yeah, they wanna f*ck
I cannot chase, I'm just runnin' it up
Stay in yo place, cause you bound to get touched
We got a whole lot of sticks in this truck
Play with them scissors, you bound to get cut
Can't tell if it's love or is it lust
Stackin' my chips like a Cheeto puff
I just wanna f*ck her, I don't wanna cuff
I'm gettin' this money, it's never enough
So sick and tired of all of this stuff
I'm so tired of it
I'm so, I'm so
I'm so tired of it, yeah yeah
Niggas can't f*ck with me if they could
I know they want to
Baby girl, you lookin' so damn fine
I'ma pull up and I put it on you
I know she want to
Yeah, this hoe brand new
She in my head like some shampoo
Like some conditioner
You say I ain't lit enough
They say I ain't spit enough
You ain't ready for racks, you ain't comin' to work
You get fired or you getting written up
It's makin' me sick enough
I don't wanna fall in love
She wonder what's in my cup
Baby girl, I just double it up
All these hoes, yeah, they wanna f*ck
I cannot chase, I'm just runnin' it up
Stay in yo place, cause you bound to get touched
We got a whole lot of sticks in this truck
Play with them scissors, you bound to get cut
Can't tell if it's love or is it lust
Stackin' my chips like a Cheeto puff
I just wanna f*ck her, I don't wanna cuff
I'm gettin' this money, it's never enough
So sick and tired of all of this stuff
I'm so tired of it
I'm so, I'm so
I'm so tired of it, yeah yeah
Wrong way, bring it, bring it back
I can't go out sad
These niggas make me laugh
Got my foot on the gas
Yeah, I'm goin'
Think I'm finna crash
All my bitches, they too bad
I'm too fast, no camera flash
I'm gon' f*ck, then do the dash
F*ck then pass her like Steve Nash
Always first, not ever last
All my guns extended mag
I call this shit bold and brash
Bold and brash
Bold and brash
Bunnylow - Bold & Brash Lyrics
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Wrong way, bring it, bring it back
She wonder what's in my cup
Baby girl, I just double it up
All these hoes, yeah, they wanna f*ck
I cannot chase, I'm just runnin' it up
Stay in yo place, cause you bound to get touched
We got a whole lot of sticks in this truck
Play with them scissors, you bound to get cut
Can't tell if it's love or is it lust
Stackin' my chips like a Cheeto puff
I just wanna f*ck her, I don't wanna cuff
I'm gettin' this money, it's never enough
So sick and tired of all of this stuff
I'm so tired of it
I'm so, I'm so
I'm so tired of it, yeah yeah
Niggas can't f*ck with me if they could
I know they want to
Baby girl, you lookin' so damn fine
I'ma pull up and I put it on you
I know she want to
Yeah, this hoe brand new
She in my head like some shampoo
Like some conditioner
You say I ain't lit enough
They say I ain't spit enough
You ain't ready for racks, you ain't comin' to work
You get fired or you getting written up
It's makin' me sick enough
I don't wanna fall in love
She wonder what's in my cup
Baby girl, I just double it up
All these hoes, yeah, they wanna f*ck
I cannot chase, I'm just runnin' it up
Stay in yo place, cause you bound to get touched
We got a whole lot of sticks in this truck
Play with them scissors, you bound to get cut
Can't tell if it's love or is it lust
Stackin' my chips like a Cheeto puff
I just wanna f*ck her, I don't wanna cuff
I'm gettin' this money, it's never enough
So sick and tired of all of this stuff
I'm so tired of it
I'm so, I'm so
I'm so tired of it, yeah yeah
Wrong way, bring it, bring it back
I can't go out sad
These niggas make me laugh
Got my foot on the gas
Yeah, I'm goin'
Think I'm finna crash
All my bitches, they too bad
I'm too fast, no camera flash
I'm gon' f*ck, then do the dash
F*ck then pass her like Steve Nash
Always first, not ever last
All my guns extended mag
I call this shit bold and brash
Bold and brash
Bold and brash
She wonder what's in my cup
Baby girl, I just double it up
All these hoes, yeah, they wanna f*ck
I cannot chase, I'm just runnin' it up
Stay in yo place, cause you bound to get touched
We got a whole lot of sticks in this truck
Play with them scissors, you bound to get cut
Can't tell if it's love or is it lust
Stackin' my chips like a Cheeto puff
I just wanna f*ck her, I don't wanna cuff
I'm gettin' this money, it's never enough
So sick and tired of all of this stuff
I'm so tired of it
I'm so, I'm so
I'm so tired of it, yeah yeah
Niggas can't f*ck with me if they could
I know they want to
Baby girl, you lookin' so damn fine
I'ma pull up and I put it on you
I know she want to
Yeah, this hoe brand new
She in my head like some shampoo
Like some conditioner
You say I ain't lit enough
They say I ain't spit enough
You ain't ready for racks, you ain't comin' to work
You get fired or you getting written up
It's makin' me sick enough
I don't wanna fall in love
She wonder what's in my cup
Baby girl, I just double it up
All these hoes, yeah, they wanna f*ck
I cannot chase, I'm just runnin' it up
Stay in yo place, cause you bound to get touched
We got a whole lot of sticks in this truck
Play with them scissors, you bound to get cut
Can't tell if it's love or is it lust
Stackin' my chips like a Cheeto puff
I just wanna f*ck her, I don't wanna cuff
I'm gettin' this money, it's never enough
So sick and tired of all of this stuff
I'm so tired of it
I'm so, I'm so
I'm so tired of it, yeah yeah
Wrong way, bring it, bring it back
I can't go out sad
These niggas make me laugh
Got my foot on the gas
Yeah, I'm goin'
Think I'm finna crash
All my bitches, they too bad
I'm too fast, no camera flash
I'm gon' f*ck, then do the dash
F*ck then pass her like Steve Nash
Always first, not ever last
All my guns extended mag
I call this shit bold and brash
Bold and brash
Bold and brash
Writer: Evan Martinez
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