Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Bomb Bae!, artist - Jean Deaux. Date of issue: 29.10.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Bomb Bae! |
| Look at my gold, check, necklace, check |
| Tatted bitch talkin' real reckless, yes |
| Everything I do epic, blessed |
| No UPS and you’ll get the message |
| Everybody talkin' bout bezels (Bezels) |
| Everybody drip just drizzle (Drizzle) |
| Bitch, go to work, you can’t clock me |
| Clock in 'cause you’re on the schedule (Yeah) |
| If they go crazy, then I’ma Goku (Uh-huh) |
| Bitch glowed up? |
| like Goku (Goku) |
| and no tofu (Tofu) |
| detox, he likes them Whole Foods |
| Stash diamonds in that Payless (Payless) |
| Between Reeboks and nice shoes (Nice shoes) |
| Now I re-up on the bullshit (Bullshit) |
| Sendin' them home like a curfew (Oh) |
| I’m with Mrs. Smith and that Smith and Wesson (Woah) |
| Bitch, I’m the answer, you out the question |
| Heat up the scene and they steady pressin' |
| I’m on the green in my salad dressing |
| Dry ice, the diamonds on freeze (Freeze) |
| When he make me come, I’ma cream on the cheese (Uh) |
| You can be rich, but you cannot get these |
| I’m one-on-one like this shit on my feet, ooh |
| Just give me rounds |
| Like Bombay |
| And he gon' eat it up (Eat it up) |
| 'Cause he know it’s gourmet (Gourmet) |
| I’m up in that bitch head, séance |
| But you know I want bread |
| Bae, I need it homemade (Homemade) |
| Quit the retail, not nothin' ragtop (No) |
| I’ll get 'em higher than crack rock |
| If he give me lip, I’ma crack jaw |
| I cannot play with that nigga, not at all (At all) |
| At they neck with a hacksaw |
| Ted Bundy on these hoes |
| Servin' these flows for C-notes |
| I’m in my undies, but money get dressed when it re-post |
| Eatin' yummy à la mode (Mode) |
| Eatin' bums, I’m in beast mode (Yah) |
| You know what the fuck goin' on (Goin' on) |
| Find out when you decode the G code |
| Your baby daddy crazy, I think that nigga in love |
| I’m a big mama, still don’t give a mother fuck |
| And I might get some head |
| Depend if we drink all this liquor then hiccup |
| Hoes be smilin', I can’t trust her |
| She wanna know if I’m fuckin' her nigga |
| Don’t talk crazy, I’ma be inchin' up |
| Like ridin' a boa constrictor |
| These hoes can’t rap, I know she suck |
| I could eat his |
| Just give me rounds (Just give me rounds) |
| Like bomb, bae (Bombay) |
| And he gon' eat it up (Eat it up) |
| 'Cause he know it’s gourmet (Gourmet) |
| I’m up in that bitch head, séance |
| But you know I want bread |
| Bae, I need it homemade (Homemade) |