CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Bombay
[Intro]
Yeah, yeah
[Chorus]
She just want a night off
She ain't tryna hit the club again
Like to fuck me with the lights off
Baby, no I'm not that other man
She takin' shots of Bombay
Shaped like a young 'Yoncé
She don't never do what I say
But I love her ass anyway
[Verse]
I think you worry too much
You know I'm comin' back home
Louis bag stuffed in that new truck
I spend these racks on my own
My clan in love with blue bucks
I made ten racks off a phone
Y'all lil' niggas need to tune up
I spent these racks on a coat
Trending topic (Yeah)
Girl, let's just be honest (Yeah)
Blew ten bags in Onyx, I can't save you, this ain't comics
I'm big GUCCI and they small guys
Been this way a long timе
No, I'm not amphibian, I pull up in that frog eye
Bitch, we camе from that crime life
Now we on that island and we only drinkin' Mai Thais
Tryna find time
Sippin' fine wine (Yeah)
Did it on my own
I did—I did not sign (Not sign)
I just came for top, but I just broke her spine
[Bridge]
Broke her ass
I might spend the night
I'm big GUCCI and they small guys
Been this way a long time (Broke her ass, I might spend the night)
I just came for top, but I just broke her spine
[Chorus]
She just want a night off
She ain't tryna hit the club again
Like to fuck me with the lights off
Baby, no I'm not that other man
She takin' shots of Bombay
Shaped like a young 'Yoncé
She don't never do what I say
But I love her ass anyway
[Outro]
Y'all females, I'm finna get on y'all ass, too. Stop goin' out, thinkin' that 'cause you pretty; you ain't gotta have no paper, man. Y'feel me? Stop doin' that shit, bro. Stop r—only bringin' forty dollars, man. Sick of y'all ass who doin' that, too. Bitch got a five-thousand dollar purse on; seventy-three dollars max in that bitch. Stop comin' out with ya homegirls with seventy-three dollars, bro. Y'all arguin' at the door talkin' 'bout, "Bitch, you knew it was gon' be this to get in." Y'all keep tryna get in free before 11:30. B-Boss up, y'feel me? Come in that bitch like y'all talk online; you don't need a nigga. Alright, then don't need a nigga when it's time to get in that club, bro.
Yeah, yeah
[Chorus]
She just want a night off
She ain't tryna hit the club again
Like to fuck me with the lights off
Baby, no I'm not that other man
She takin' shots of Bombay
Shaped like a young 'Yoncé
She don't never do what I say
But I love her ass anyway
[Verse]
I think you worry too much
You know I'm comin' back home
Louis bag stuffed in that new truck
I spend these racks on my own
My clan in love with blue bucks
I made ten racks off a phone
Y'all lil' niggas need to tune up
I spent these racks on a coat
Trending topic (Yeah)
Girl, let's just be honest (Yeah)
Blew ten bags in Onyx, I can't save you, this ain't comics
I'm big GUCCI and they small guys
Been this way a long timе
No, I'm not amphibian, I pull up in that frog eye
Bitch, we camе from that crime life
Now we on that island and we only drinkin' Mai Thais
Tryna find time
Sippin' fine wine (Yeah)
Did it on my own
I did—I did not sign (Not sign)
I just came for top, but I just broke her spine
[Bridge]
Broke her ass
I might spend the night
I'm big GUCCI and they small guys
Been this way a long time (Broke her ass, I might spend the night)
I just came for top, but I just broke her spine
[Chorus]
She just want a night off
She ain't tryna hit the club again
Like to fuck me with the lights off
Baby, no I'm not that other man
She takin' shots of Bombay
Shaped like a young 'Yoncé
She don't never do what I say
But I love her ass anyway
[Outro]
Y'all females, I'm finna get on y'all ass, too. Stop goin' out, thinkin' that 'cause you pretty; you ain't gotta have no paper, man. Y'feel me? Stop doin' that shit, bro. Stop r—only bringin' forty dollars, man. Sick of y'all ass who doin' that, too. Bitch got a five-thousand dollar purse on; seventy-three dollars max in that bitch. Stop comin' out with ya homegirls with seventy-three dollars, bro. Y'all arguin' at the door talkin' 'bout, "Bitch, you knew it was gon' be this to get in." Y'all keep tryna get in free before 11:30. B-Boss up, y'feel me? Come in that bitch like y'all talk online; you don't need a nigga. Alright, then don't need a nigga when it's time to get in that club, bro.
