Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Got Me Bent , by - Guapdad 4000. Release date: 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 |