Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Got Me Bent, artist - Guapdad 4000.
Date of issue: 30.12.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Got Me Bent |
Niggas got me bent, straddling the fence |
That’s what yo ass get for not making sense |
Later bitch |
I can’t necessarily get excited if it ain’t make me rich |
Sit back, watching niggas cap on my patient shit |
They like, dang! |
Where you get all that game? |
Born and raised in it |
I ain’t even really scratched the surface, barely grazing it |
If it’s funk, pull up at yo door |
Bitch we catering |
Countin bread in between her legs, while she play with it |
I was getting glorious gawk-gawk from a Gloria |
Too many drunken nights at the Waldorf Historia |
Pull them to the side |
The panties was from Victoria |
Pussy give me drive for the future like DeLorean’s |
Dreaming of dating Zendaya |
Watching Euphoria |
We both from The Town, its levels she many stories up |
Way too horny of a Warrior, I’m a Whoreior |
Niggas copy what I did but always do it cornier |
Cartier’s on my cornea |
I’m not a normie bruh |
Bitches wanna hold me back |
Never wanna hold me up |
Texting G.O.A.T.'s like |
Ain’t no fucking way he know me bruh |
What the fuck he say? |
Matter fact, he trying to hoe me bruh |
I can’t let them get put me in my feelings |
Throwing stone me up |
Stone Island coat |
Stone Cold stunner on a slut |
I was rock hard getting sucked |
At my ops candle light |
No shame it was fun |
They say, keep yo enemies close to the front |
So I found every zero, now I’ll always be the one |
Niggas got me bent, straddling the fence |
That’s what yo ass get for not making sense |
Later bitch |
I can’t necessarily get excited if it ain’t make me rich |
Sit back, watching niggas cap on my patient shit |
They like, dang! |
Where you get all that game? |
Born and raised in it |
I ain’t even really scratched the surface, barely grazing it |
If it’s funk, pull up at yo door |
Bitch we catering |
Countin bread in between her legs, while she play with it |
She a Wilhelmina model |
I took that hoe to Popeyes |
She a rich bitch |
But I’m still gone feed her hot fries |
Most these rappers chicken |
I’m ready with the pot pies |
I knew I took his chick |
The key is that we locked eyes |
I’m ready for whatever, like white women up in Clueless |
The flow ain’t have no tutor, so you know the shit is stupid |
All my niggas shooting off the love, like they Cupid |
All yo niggas young but they ain’t thug, so what you doing? |
Bitch! |
I’m in Bape from 2008 |
9:15, all my money straight |
I’m feeling myself, don’t got to masturbate |
I’m eating, I won’t pass the plate |
Since my Grandma passed away |
I been on these hoes |
Just like birth control |
Yeah, that pussy fire but it isn’t worth a Birkin though |
Niggas switching sides |
I-D-K which one they working for |
Niggas wanna play until the mother fucking curtain close |
I been paying all homage to my OG’s |
Said she likes to smoke but she can’t really roll weed |
When she licks me up, she on both knees |
When I catch her out I’m like hoe, please! |
Niggas got me bent, straddling the fence |
That’s what yo ass get for not making sense |
Later bitch |
I can’t necessarily get excited if it ain’t make me rich |
Sit back, watching niggas cap on my patient shit |
They like, dang! |
Where you get all that game? |
Born and raised in it |
I ain’t even really scratched the surface, barely grazing it |
If it’s funk, pull up at yo door |
Bitch we catering |
Counting bread in between her legs, while she play with it |