I swear to God, niggas really been crownin' theyself
Thinkin' they really it, boys out here clownin' theyself
Boy, get your ass up out that booth, somebody find me a belt
It's about time that he hang it up or somebody find him a shelf
You smokin' coke, top five, you in nobodies
You be laid up like a hoe, you top five for most bodies
You ain't made for this rap shit you ain't got no more hobbies
Only time it was ever givin' top, it was sloppy, yeah
I been a bigger nigga too long, I wear a XS
Beg for the number, nigga, swear I gave him access
I'll have niggas up and down your block like a plaid dress
It's time to get straight to the point, f*ck the bad press
You can take all the showers you want, you still a nasty bitch
Anytime Christian Li on set it's givin' classy shit
You better off passin' that baton, ain't no passin' this
Stay in your place, boo, you belong with the average
Pick any beat, niggas know what I do
One time to ever name drop, watch how fast I'm in the stu
Not the soup bitch the booth
Eat the mic like it's dinner, might have to f*ck around and shoot
Up the club, if your nigga jump in my DMs again
Tellin' me that I'm cute
I might f*ck around and f*ck em' cut him off
Put that nigga on mute
Yeah, he keep callin' and textin
None of that shit gon' come through
I got a nigga wishin' my niggas
None of that shit gon' come true
Ooh, freak bitch, best believe it
Tell him, sit it on my face
Yeah, poppy let me eat it
He gon' always let me come first
Yeah, I'm his little prefix
If I let him come deep, he in my ear like
You gon' keep it
I'll settle down
Yeah, nigga, you the reason
Every night he home before 12
And I can have the weekends
Let my nigga get a piece of mind
Then he started cheatin', got him pissed
I pulled a you on you, now he hardly speakin
You smokin' coke, top five, you in nobodies
You be laid up like a hoe, you top five for most bodies
You ain't made for this rap shit
You ain't got no more hobbies
Only time he was ever givin' top
It was sloppy, ooh
I been a bigger nigga too long, I wear XS
Beg for the number, nigga, swear I gave him access
I had niggas up and down this block like a plaid dress
It's time to get straight to the point
F*ck the bad press
Yeah, f*ck the bad press
It is what the f*ck it is
And I'm on all that
You smokin' coke, yeah
Christian Li - Bad Press Lyrics
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I swear to God, niggas really been crownin' theyself
Thinkin' they really it, boys out here clownin' theyself
Boy, get your ass up out that booth, somebody find me a belt
It's about time that he hang it up or somebody find him a shelf
You smokin' coke, top five, you in nobodies
You be laid up like a hoe, you top five for most bodies
You ain't made for this rap shit you ain't got no more hobbies
Only time it was ever givin' top, it was sloppy, yeah
I been a bigger nigga too long, I wear a XS
Beg for the number, nigga, swear I gave him access
I'll have niggas up and down your block like a plaid dress
It's time to get straight to the point, f*ck the bad press
You can take all the showers you want, you still a nasty bitch
Anytime Christian Li on set it's givin' classy shit
You better off passin' that baton, ain't no passin' this
Stay in your place, boo, you belong with the average
Pick any beat, niggas know what I do
One time to ever name drop, watch how fast I'm in the stu
Not the soup bitch the booth
Eat the mic like it's dinner, might have to f*ck around and shoot
Up the club, if your nigga jump in my DMs again
Tellin' me that I'm cute
I might f*ck around and f*ck em' cut him off
Put that nigga on mute
Yeah, he keep callin' and textin
None of that shit gon' come through
I got a nigga wishin' my niggas
None of that shit gon' come true
Ooh, freak bitch, best believe it
Tell him, sit it on my face
Yeah, poppy let me eat it
He gon' always let me come first
Yeah, I'm his little prefix
If I let him come deep, he in my ear like
You gon' keep it
I'll settle down
Yeah, nigga, you the reason
Every night he home before 12
And I can have the weekends
Let my nigga get a piece of mind
Then he started cheatin', got him pissed
I pulled a you on you, now he hardly speakin
You smokin' coke, top five, you in nobodies
You be laid up like a hoe, you top five for most bodies
You ain't made for this rap shit
You ain't got no more hobbies
Only time he was ever givin' top
It was sloppy, ooh
I been a bigger nigga too long, I wear XS
Beg for the number, nigga, swear I gave him access
I had niggas up and down this block like a plaid dress
It's time to get straight to the point
F*ck the bad press
Yeah, f*ck the bad press
It is what the f*ck it is
And I'm on all that
You smokin' coke, yeah
Thinkin' they really it, boys out here clownin' theyself
Boy, get your ass up out that booth, somebody find me a belt
It's about time that he hang it up or somebody find him a shelf
You smokin' coke, top five, you in nobodies
You be laid up like a hoe, you top five for most bodies
You ain't made for this rap shit you ain't got no more hobbies
Only time it was ever givin' top, it was sloppy, yeah
I been a bigger nigga too long, I wear a XS
Beg for the number, nigga, swear I gave him access
I'll have niggas up and down your block like a plaid dress
It's time to get straight to the point, f*ck the bad press
You can take all the showers you want, you still a nasty bitch
Anytime Christian Li on set it's givin' classy shit
You better off passin' that baton, ain't no passin' this
Stay in your place, boo, you belong with the average
Pick any beat, niggas know what I do
One time to ever name drop, watch how fast I'm in the stu
Not the soup bitch the booth
Eat the mic like it's dinner, might have to f*ck around and shoot
Up the club, if your nigga jump in my DMs again
Tellin' me that I'm cute
I might f*ck around and f*ck em' cut him off
Put that nigga on mute
Yeah, he keep callin' and textin
None of that shit gon' come through
I got a nigga wishin' my niggas
None of that shit gon' come true
Ooh, freak bitch, best believe it
Tell him, sit it on my face
Yeah, poppy let me eat it
He gon' always let me come first
Yeah, I'm his little prefix
If I let him come deep, he in my ear like
You gon' keep it
I'll settle down
Yeah, nigga, you the reason
Every night he home before 12
And I can have the weekends
Let my nigga get a piece of mind
Then he started cheatin', got him pissed
I pulled a you on you, now he hardly speakin
You smokin' coke, top five, you in nobodies
You be laid up like a hoe, you top five for most bodies
You ain't made for this rap shit
You ain't got no more hobbies
Only time he was ever givin' top
It was sloppy, ooh
I been a bigger nigga too long, I wear XS
Beg for the number, nigga, swear I gave him access
I had niggas up and down this block like a plaid dress
It's time to get straight to the point
F*ck the bad press
Yeah, f*ck the bad press
It is what the f*ck it is
And I'm on all that
You smokin' coke, yeah
Writer: Antoine Floyd
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