Ling Ling lyrics

[Verse 1]
Hm, I just met a bad b*tch, her name Ling Ling (Her name Ling Ling)
Gave her five bands told her, "You can spend these" (You can spend that)
Introduced a five star meal, she used to Wendy's (She ain’t used to this)
Just made a b*tch talk to me through my Cashapp (Yeah, aight)
It's just about five hundred for a take-back
The way she give me brain she gettin’ ate when that take back (Ouh)
She finna call her brothers, I got blowers, baby, bet that
I'm really Heem
Thе famous young, Mr. Get Blue Cheese (Yеah, aight)
I got yo' b*tch up at the BnB, she suck me up all day when she leave she gon’ need new knees (Hm)
Dolce and Gabbana, I got sick of wearing Gucci (I’m so sick)
If you the type of n*gga show my b*tch how to make ten bands
I don't like to share, if you my b*tch you don't need no friends
Im the type to get a b*tch to link but she got a boyfriend
She wanna have my baby, told me throw away my Trojan
Oh damn

[Chorus]
She a bad b*tch
From the stressor (Stressor)
Seen yo' face up on the gram I had to text her (Had to text her)
Five star lil' baby, you some pressure (Some pressure)
Bus' you down, bus' you down til yo' neck hurt (Neck hurt)
She got a name but everybody call her fine ass (Fine ass)
Hm, rude b*tch, yeah I like that (Like that)
She got a name but everybody call her fine ass (Fine ass)
Hm, rude b*tch, yeah I like that (I like that)
[Verse 2]
She got a name but everybody call her pretty face (Yeah, aight)
And she still a bad b*tch with a skinny waist (Hm)
Drop the addy, slide when I come over when it's pretty late
I wish I had a b*tch that stay solid, bet it's pretty great (Bet it’s pretty great)
Oh you got a n*gga baby, can he fight though? (Can he fight though?)
I like me a crazy b*tch, super psycho (Hm)
A friendly b*tch that entertain these n*ggas, I don't like those (I don’t like it)
I get the homegirl to slap a b*tch 'cause I can't fight hoes (Ah, ah, ah)
It's choosin’ season, lil' mama, you know I want you (Ah)
Leave these hoes all on seen, if you want me to
I could beat it, like Mike and bring yo' friends too (Ah)
Skinny mini, mh, she got some attitude
I'm makin' plays, ha, like a five-star athlete
I have zero hoes, baby, you can stop asking me
Post me on your story, baby, feel free to at me
Since you claiming you a freak, come and suck me in the backseat

[Chorus]
She a bad b*tch
From the stressor (Stressor)
Seen yo' face up on the gram I had to text her (Had to text her)
Five star lil' baby, you some pressure (Some pressure)
Bus' you down, bus' you down til yo' neck hurt (Neck hurt)
She got a name but everybody call her fine ass (Fine ass)
Hm, rude b*tch, yeah I like that (Like that)
She got a name but everybody call her fine ass (Fine ass)
Hm, rude b*tch, yeah I like that (I like that)
[Verse 3]
Finna f*ck her summer up, you ain't no city girl (You ain’t no city girl)
Thought you was going out tonight, oh you's a city girl?
I like her 'cause she thuggin' on her own and she a pretty girl (Yeah, aight)
Don't wanna see you pause on FaceTime, show them tittes, girl (Show them titties, girl)
I like a toxic rude b*tch with some attitude (I like those)
I sent her that good morning text, you wake up in a happy mood
I wish you would cheat on me lil' baby, I am not that dude
'Cause I shoot that n*gga house up, you hear ca-ca boom (Skrrt)
Most hated, been chasin', best friends with Ben Franklin (That’s my best friend)
I'm the real heem, what they been sayin' (That’s what they been sayin’)
Never what a b*tch want, I'm what a b*tch need (I’m what a b*tch need)
She want Balenciaga, b*tch, you ain't worth six rings (Dumb b*tch)
If I adore her, I'll put Dior on her (I’ma put it on you)
f*ck the door, you ain't say thank you, close the door on her (You lil’ weirdo)
Can you FaceTime a n*gga while I'm on the game?
If I ain't had the money or the fame would you know my name? (Ah, ah, ah)

[Chorus]
She a bad b*tch
From the stressor (Stressor)
Seen yo' face up on the gram I had to text her (Had to text her)
Five star lil' baby, you some pressure (Some pressure)
Bus' you down, bus' you down til yo' neck hurt (Neck hurt)
She got a name but everybody call her fine ass (Fine ass)
Hm, rude b*tch, yeah I like that (Like that)
She got a name but everybody call her fine ass (Fine ass)
Hm, rude b*tch, yeah I like that (I like that)
[Outro]
She a bad b*tch
From the stressor
Seen yo' face up on the gram I had to text her
Five star lil' baby, you some pressure
Bus' you down, bus' you down til yo' neck hurt
She got a name but everybody call her fine ass
She got a name but everybody call her fine ass
Ah