Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Bipolar, artist - Cdot Honcho. Date of issue: 17.10.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Bipolar |
| Aye |
| I told her what’s cracking, it’s Cdot |
| Hope you coming with me when I leave |
| Money ain’t shit man I know a lil place we can go |
| Where it fall off the trees |
| I’m in love with designer |
| Bought Dolce Gabbana to go on each of yo feet |
| And I hope you can throw it back |
| I be enjoying that I’m finna put you to sleep |
| If it ain’t money let’s not talk about it |
| I usually be keeping it brief |
| Yo nigga want smoke when we see him |
| I told my lil nigga to aim at his teeth |
| And you can front all you want |
| I see I straight through that shit |
| Man I know where you week |
| She say she need her a fix |
| I slip her this dick she instantly week |
| You tryna keep it low key, that’s cool wit me |
| We ain’t gotta speak |
| And she say the kids sleep |
| Sound good to me, I know how to creep, aye |
| I’m in that fast jeep |
| When it push start I woke up the street |
| And you better fast think |
| Cause when I’m gone you missed your beat |
| (Nigga you did not have to cut me off like that |
| You bogus as fuck, I ain’t do shit to you |
| You mad cause a mafucka can’t |
| Jump when you say jump? |
| nigga fuck you) |
| If its fuck me its fuck you |
| I’ma clown but still fucked you |
| And tell yo friend to shut up too |
| I would’ve been fucked her if I wanted to |
| Now I think we good let’s call a troose |
| I don’t know why we sitting in this car |
| We going no where like we on a boot |
| This shit started wit yo attitude |
| And yo point of views, aye |
| I’m tired of trying and being accused |
| I’m focused on revenue |
| I ain’t got time to hear you wine |
| And switching yo moods |
| Talking about you really don’t read them |
| But out of your DM can pick from a thousand dudes |
| And if a new door open when one close |
| I’m in the crib with a thousand rooms |
| Aye, I’m grateful, inhaling smoke wen I breathe |
| Really I ain’t have a thing |
| Stop you tryna make shit more than it be |
| Really we just were a fling |
| I wonder, would you even pick me |
| If my diamonds wasn’t giving a bling |
| I’m guilty too I only picked you cause |
| Yo ass couldn’t fit in them jeans |
| I should’ve told ha I’m bipolar |
| I should’ve kept it a G |
| Cause after all the shit I told her |
| I want her on my wing |
| I’m the king around this bitch you know you can be the queen |
| Or better yet be my fiancée let’s pick out a ring |
| (I don’t know what’s wrong with you |
| I don’t know what you going through |
| But you acting bogus as fuck |
| And like, I don’t know whats wrong with you) |