CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : I Ain’t Tamed
Metro Boomin want some more n***a
Without you I ain't tamed, I'm always doing bad sh*t
Without you I ain't grounded, I'm always doing bad sh*t
All these hoes cashing out at the club cashing bad d**k
All these hoes lick on it's good for my hella riches
Diamonds n***a will catch them b*t*hes
Pulling up with riches, we be lane switching
NBA Draft we'll be picking, Clayton Kershaw we'll be pitching
Without you I ain't tamed, I'm always doing bad sh*t
Without you I ain't grounded, I'm always doing bad sh*t
All these hoes cashing out at the club cashing bad d**k
All these hoes lick on it's good for my hella riches
Diamonds n***a will catch them b*t*hes
Pulling up with riches, we be lane switching
f**k that n***a up lеave him dead on the concrеte
Them b*t*hes think think I'm lame, why they on me
That n***a ran cause he was scared when he first saw me
This n***a thought was Clyde, was surprised when I said, “that's not me”
Shooting at Tay-K and gang, n***a we do not kill for the fame
Shooting at Joe Budden, no shame, no game, n***a no more rain
Bad b*t*h got big ass tits, bad b*t*h make me hella rich
Diamonds and diamonds and diamonds on fleek
Bust down the Patek Philippe, I smell like tree
Hustling green, dealing codeine
Versace like the Migos on me
Popping so much sh*t I can barely see
Went to school but I can barely read
Yeah skrt the foreign, that Ferrari
Without you I ain't tamed, I'm always doing bad sh*t
Without you I ain't grounded, I'm always doing bad sh*t
All these hoes cashing out at the club cashing bad d**k
All these hoes lick on it's good for my hella riches
Diamonds n***a will catch them b*t*hes
Pulling up with riches, we be lane switching
NBA Draft we'll be picking, Clayton Kershaw we'll be pitching
Without you I ain't tamed, I'm always doing bad sh*t
Without you I ain't grounded, I'm always doing bad sh*t
All these hoes cashing out at the club cashing bad d**k
All these hoes lick on it's good for my hella riches
Diamonds n***a will catch them b*t*hes
Pulling up with riches, we be lane switching
f**k that n***a up lеave him dead on the concrеte
Them b*t*hes think think I'm lame, why they on me
That n***a ran cause he was scared when he first saw me
This n***a thought was Clyde, was surprised when I said, “that's not me”
Shooting at Tay-K and gang, n***a we do not kill for the fame
Shooting at Joe Budden, no shame, no game, n***a no more rain
Bad b*t*h got big ass tits, bad b*t*h make me hella rich
Diamonds and diamonds and diamonds on fleek
Bust down the Patek Philippe, I smell like tree
Hustling green, dealing codeine
Versace like the Migos on me
Popping so much sh*t I can barely see
Went to school but I can barely read
Yeah skrt the foreign, that Ferrari
