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Shake Hips (feat. Chloe Sawall)
by Philly
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Put you in a Lambo, Rari, sipping on Bacardi
Someone go get Sarah, she's tripping off the molly
I got me a bad bitch, she's so fuckin gnarly
I get too turnt, bae, I'm the life of the party
Louis, Fendi, asked how much I'm spending
I told her don't worry, just don't start acting friendly
Smoking on my new shit, she said this is deadly
She love when I sing to her, so I wrote her a medley
Got you ten thousand roses, Valentino on your clothes and
Louis for your wallet and purse to keep the pole in and
Baby, I think that I'm losing my control and
I got you all that, while your girls man was dozing
I do it for your smile, I do it for your laugh
I do it for the times that we dreamed this what we'd have
But baby I don't want to go to therapy or rehab
'Cause I love when
She shake hips when the bass hits
Bad bitch, she not basic
Savage, with the laced hips
She a little crazy
Savage mothafucka
She got lots of baggage
Bad bitch, she my lover
I spoil my baby
She shake hips when the bass hits
Bad bitch, she not basic
Savage, with the laced hips
She a little crazy
Savage mothafucka
She got lots of baggage
Bad bitch, she my lover
I spoil my baby
So I've been hearing all the things that you been sayin bout me
Like how I'm different from all other girls and drive you crazy
I'm just being honest
I don't want you now and I never will baby
'Cause Miss Independent right here don't worry bout men and who wants to date me
See I'm not thinking bout a man who's gonna treat me right
'Cause you could never catch me slipping being called a wife
Respectfully, don't even try to waste your time
Because a bad bitch must continue living bad bitch life
I'm just too important
I got my own money, I got my own bands
And I think you're boring, and so do my friends
Like god I'm so gorgeous
My face and my legs and my hips I'm like damn
So boy you're not scoring me, honestly
He got me ten thousand roses, Valentino on my clothes and
Louis for my wallet, but I could afford it
And baby you should probably go to therapy and rehab
But he love when I
Shake hips when the bass hits
Bad bitch, she not basic
Savage, with the laced hips
She a little crazy
Savage mothafucka
She got lots of baggage
Bad bitch, she my lover
I spoil my baby
Put you in a Lambo, Rari, sipping on Bacardi
Someone go get Sarah, she's tripping off the molly
I got me a bad bitch, she's so fuckin gnarly
I get too turnt, bae, I'm the life of the party
Louis, Fendi, asked how much I'm spending
I told her don't worry, just don't start acting friendly
Smoking on my new shit, she said this is deadly
She love when I sing to her, so I wrote her a medley
Got you ten thousand roses, Valentino on your clothes and
Louis for your wallet and purse to keep the pole in and
Baby, I think that I'm losing my control and
I got you all that, while your girls man was dozing
I do it for your smile, I do it for your laugh
I do it for the times that we dreamed this what we'd have
But baby I don't want to go to therapy or rehab
'Cause I love when
She shake hips when the bass hits
Bad bitch, she not basic
Savage, with the laced hips
She a little crazy
Savage mothafucka
She got lots of baggage
Bad bitch, she my lover
I spoil my baby
She shake hips when the bass hits
Bad bitch, she not basic
Savage, with the laced hips
She a little crazy
Savage mothafucka
She got lots of baggage
Bad bitch, she my lover
I spoil my baby
So I've been hearing all the things that you been sayin bout me
Like how I'm different from all other girls and drive you crazy
I'm just being honest
I don't want you now and I never will baby
'Cause Miss Independent right here don't worry bout men and who wants to date me
See I'm not thinking bout a man who's gonna treat me right
'Cause you could never catch me slipping being called a wife
Respectfully, don't even try to waste your time
Because a bad bitch must continue living bad bitch life
I'm just too important
I got my own money, I got my own bands
And I think you're boring, and so do my friends
Like god I'm so gorgeous
My face and my legs and my hips I'm like damn
So boy you're not scoring me, honestly
He got me ten thousand roses, Valentino on my clothes and
Louis for my wallet, but I could afford it
And baby you should probably go to therapy and rehab
But he love when I
Shake hips when the bass hits
Bad bitch, she not basic
Savage, with the laced hips
She a little crazy
Savage mothafucka
She got lots of baggage
Bad bitch, she my lover
I spoil my baby
