Baby I'm Rude
Dom Corleo
GENRE
[Intro}
I'm like baby that's coo'
Glo
Go
[Chorus]
She say she like my ride, I'm like, baby, thats coo'
She told me she gon' ride, then again, what's new?
She want me to come by when I'm slidin' in the coupe
She ask me what's my sign, told her, baby, I'm rude
I'm rude, give a fuck how you feel
Baby, I'm rude when I'm off of them pills
I kinda liked you better off that Oxy'
Bitch, I'm in that fuckin' Hellcat goin' topspeed
[Verse]
Dom, "How you do it?", "How you did it?", "How you get it like you did?"
Bitch, get out my face talkin' out your lips, hold my kids
And for them lil' Internet dudes all up on the 'Gram talkin' that shit
I'm in yo' mama house cookin' eggs whilе yo' sister hold my dick
Yeah, she holdin' my dick
I'm in thе Hollywood hills, droppin' a play wit' my twin
Say go twin, go best friend, go twin, go best friend
Scored a pint wit' the right and I hit a hoe wit' my left hand
See right through them [?], see right through that glass
Slidin' on yo' block, shootin' shit goin' fast
Shootin' shit goin' fast, whole lotta fuckin' racks
Doubled up my cup, sippin' on yo' pops whole paycheck
Bitch, I glo, let's go
If I die tommorow, would that take me out my glow?
Hell no, hell no
Hell no, that's a hell no
[Outro]
In the club on a thursday night
What you doin' by yourself, I can get you right
I said "Baby, I can get you right"
Baby, I can get you right, yeah
Yuh, yuh, yuh
Okay, go ahead, play that next one
I'm like baby that's coo'
Glo
Go
[Chorus]
She say she like my ride, I'm like, baby, thats coo'
She told me she gon' ride, then again, what's new?
She want me to come by when I'm slidin' in the coupe
She ask me what's my sign, told her, baby, I'm rude
I'm rude, give a fuck how you feel
Baby, I'm rude when I'm off of them pills
I kinda liked you better off that Oxy'
Bitch, I'm in that fuckin' Hellcat goin' topspeed
[Verse]
Dom, "How you do it?", "How you did it?", "How you get it like you did?"
Bitch, get out my face talkin' out your lips, hold my kids
And for them lil' Internet dudes all up on the 'Gram talkin' that shit
I'm in yo' mama house cookin' eggs whilе yo' sister hold my dick
Yeah, she holdin' my dick
I'm in thе Hollywood hills, droppin' a play wit' my twin
Say go twin, go best friend, go twin, go best friend
Scored a pint wit' the right and I hit a hoe wit' my left hand
See right through them [?], see right through that glass
Slidin' on yo' block, shootin' shit goin' fast
Shootin' shit goin' fast, whole lotta fuckin' racks
Doubled up my cup, sippin' on yo' pops whole paycheck
Bitch, I glo, let's go
If I die tommorow, would that take me out my glow?
Hell no, hell no
Hell no, that's a hell no
[Outro]
In the club on a thursday night
What you doin' by yourself, I can get you right
I said "Baby, I can get you right"
Baby, I can get you right, yeah
Yuh, yuh, yuh
Okay, go ahead, play that next one
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