Top Songs By soraxleblanc
Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Sora Leblanc
Songwriter
Bradley Mitchell
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Bradley Mitchell
Mixing Engineer
Lyrics
Baddest
She a queen of the palace
But she drivin' me psycho
Ya that ain't fair, no it ain't fair, no
Baddest
She a queen of the palace
But she drivin' me psycho
Whoa, yeah, whoa, yeah
Yeah, yeah
You can't hit us, yuh
Got that god armor
Yuh, yuh
You can't be us, yuh
Got that drip on us
Yuh, yuh
I know she suck good, she bad for my head
I'ma cut her off instead
Nigga wanna talk? He get hit with this lead
Ca-can't get out of bed
Can't get out of bed
Walk with a pole, you best watch where you step
He talkin' shit, he keep talk at his neck
Choppa gonna hit in his gut now he dead
Now he dead, too much money, can't count, I'ma spread
He talkin' 'bout he just walk with a vest
That don't mean nothing I aim at your head
Damn, bitch we been plottin' in
Bitch, we takin' shots like we Ja Morant
Ja Morant, I been takin' shots at 12
Designer cologne, this Gucci, Prada, smell
Damn, like we top your shit
Yuh, we gon' talk our shit
I don't chat, I like to talk with a blick
I got more guap, then I'm robbing your shit
Damn, we gon' rock that shit
Yuh, finna drop a hit
Paparazzi chop the way I crop at his clique
You would think I'm blind, the way I walk with a stick
You can't hit us, yuh
Got that god armor
Yuh, yuh
You can't be us, yuh
Got that drip on us
Yuh, yuh
Yuh, uh, whoa, whoa
Yuh, whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa
Uh, whoa
Feel like I'm tied in a rope
This shit from heart this shit ain't wrote
I'm crazy I know it off of my dome
Yeah we goin' gold
You would think I'm blind, the way I walk with a stick
Way I walk with a stick
Gotta bag a hoe, I hit it quick, then I dip
Hit it quick, then I dip
Whipped it out, shawty knew it was big
Yeah, she knew it was big
Give a fuck about your song? We knew it was mid
You ain't better, yeah we know you a bitch
Todo the way that my, huh-
Todo the way that my chop' got a switch
It gon' clap, it gon' aim at ya lid
Empty the clip straight in ya ribs
Empty the clip when I'm walkin' up
Covid-19, the Glock made him cough it up
If it ain't 'bout money, then no we won't chop it up
Girl is hitting my line, she ain't hot enough, nah she ain't bad
Give a fuck about a bitch, I'm just makin' my bag
Ain't talkin' titties, I'm squeezing these racks
Squeezing these-
I-I-I be squeezing these racks
Damn, we busy gettin' the bag
I-I'm doing tricks, I pop off your head
Got so many bodies, it's like Left 4 Dead
Leave him impoverished, the way that I'm stealin' his bread
Stealin' your bitch, she givin' me head
Damn, oh, yuh, whoa
I'm finna blow up like I am Ahsoka
Bitch, I'm insane, like I am the Joker
Stealin' your bitch, she wet like a soaker
Hold up, hold up, bitch I gotta go focus
Make it disappear like it Hocus Pocus
Find your body down, deep in the ocean
I'm gettin' hella bitches got the motion
Bitch from the Bay and a bitch who Croatian
I got a baddie who asian, huh
Aw, nah yeah, we goin' crazy, huh
You cannot diss me, lil bitch (yuh)
You cannot even go faze me
We make the way, yeah, lil bitch we pave it
I follow my god, I'm makin' a haven
You can't hit us, yuh
Got that god armor
Yuh, yuh
You can't be us, yuh
Got that drip on us
You can't hit us, yuh
Got that god armor
Yuh, yuh
You can't be us, yuh
Got that drip on us
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