Gifted lyrics

[Hook: Young Boy Miracle]

Run it bad b*tch wanna f*ck, now she fitted
I don't do relationships now don't get it twisted
I didn't know fake b*tches still existed
I just make this money thank God yeah I'm gifted
Yeah I said goodbye to my ex, yeah we drifted
Sippin' on that juice, yeah I'm sippin' on that liquid
Got like 10 hoes, yeah I got em' all listed
I don't f*ck with fakes, no I don't, I'll admit it

[Verse]

No you can't, f*ck with me
I spend bands with the team
He won't smoke, he won't steam
Man this all feel like a dream
I just hit her with my beam
Give her di*k now she gon' scream
Take her out like movie screen
"My lil' rari super clean"
I be nice but I be mean
b*tch gon' trip gon' throw a scene
I'm just chillin' pop a bean
Yeah I'm chillin' with my queen
Yeah I'm f*ckin' on her jeans
Sorry this ain't what it means
I'm just following my dreams

[Hook}

Run it bad b*tch wanna f*ck, now she fitted
I don't do relationships now don't get it twisted
I didn't know fake b*tches still existed
I just make this money thank God yeah I'm gifted
Yeah I said goodbye to my ex, yeah we drifted
Sippin' on that juice, yeah I'm sippin' on that liquid
Got like 10 hoes, yeah I got em' all listed
I don't f*ck with fakes, no I don't, I'll admit it

[Verse]

Count up, stacks
Drop em', tracks
Eat her, cracks (Sike!)
She cli-max
b*tch re-lax
This sh*t, smacks
Yeah that's, facts
Count up to the max

Run it b*tch
Yo b*tch suck my di*k
Yo she kinda thick
She gon' take the di*k
All up for the clique
Beat em' with the stick
Y'all ain't with the sh*ts
I ain't never quit

[Hook]

Run it bad b*tch wanna f*ck, now she fitted
I don't do relationships now don't get it twisted
I didn't know fake b*tches still existed
I just make this money thank God yeah I'm gifted
Yeah I said goodbye to my ex, yeah we drifted
Sippin' on that juice, yeah I'm sippin' on that liquid
Got like 10 hoes, yeah I got em' all listed
I don't f*ck with fakes, no I don't, I'll admit it