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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Cokah
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Cokah
Composer
Jerry Duplessis
Composer
Benny Wond3er
Lyrics
Desmond Peterson
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jerry Duplessis
Producer
Benny Wond3er
Producer
Lyrics
This shit hit like boom, boom, boom
Fix your face, bitch, stay on mute
I'm the coldest in the room
Bank account on silver spoon
I no lie, I tell the truth
My car has stars on the roof
You're mad your bitch on the move
Oh, damn, hell yeah, she get loose
Screamin', "Bad gal" far like boom, boom, boom
That DJ wrong for playin' that song
He done turned her on like (Boom, boom, boom)
Your bitch dead wrong, she done dropped that thong
In the club for a random **** (Boom, boom, boom)
Like, who she chat to? What she a chat 'bout?
'Bout to get hit like (Boom, boom, boom)
Huh, sis, what sis? You so childish
Fuck that fuck shit (Boom, boom, boom)
Boom, uh
I could tell she ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'
I could tell she on Instagram, frontin'
Got no class, got a broke **** fuckin'
I mean
I ain't really out here judgin'
But if you on a broke ho budget
Keep shit cute, say none, bitch
Fuck boys out my face
Fuck snacks, I'm a buffet
I rain on parades
He ain't like me, okay
Your money quiet, what you say?
Park a bitch, like a valet
He don't got no feng shui
Fix your face, bitch, stay on mute
I'm the coldest in the room
Bank account on silver spoon
I no lie, I tell the truth
My car has stars on the roof
You're mad your bitch on the move
Oh, damn, hell yeah, she get loose
Screamin', "Bad gal" fall like boom, boom, boom
That DJ wrong for playin' that song
He done turned her on like (Boom, boom, boom)
Your bitch dead wrong, she done dropped that thong
In the club for a random **** (Boom, boom, boom)
Like, who she chat to? What she chat 'bout?
'Bout to get hit like (Boom, boom, boom)
Huh, sis, what sis? You so childish
Fuck that fuck shit (Boom, boom, boom)
Your **** think I'm the shit, yeah
Hangin' on my clit, yeah
Bring me all them chips
Take a dip, yeah, yeah, aye
Invest in my drip, yeah
Then upgrade my whip, yeah
When I'm done
I send him back to sis, bye
Fuck boys out my face
Fuck snacks, I'm a buffet
I rain on parades
You don't like me, okay
Your money quiet, what you say?
Park a bitch, I'm valet
He ain't got no feng shui (Boom, boom, boom)
Fix your face, bitch, stay on mute
I'm the coldest in the room
Bank account on silver spoon
I no lie, I tell the truth
My car has stars on the roof
You're mad your bitch on the move
Oh, damn, hell yeah, she get loose
Screamin', "Bad gal summer" like boom, boom, boom
That DJ wrong for playin' that song
He done turned her on like (Boom, boom, boom)
Your bitch dead wrong, she done dropped that thong
In the club for a random **** (Boom, boom, boom)
Like, who she chat to? What she chat 'bout?
'Bout to get hit like (Boom, boom, boom)
Huh, sis, what sis? You so childish
Fuck that fuck shit (Boom, boom, boom)
(Boom, boom, boom
Boom, boom, boom
Boom, boom, boom
Boom, boom, boom)
Written by: Benny Wond3er, Cokah, Desmond Peterson, Jerry Duplessis