♒PINK TSUNAMI♒ lyrics

[Intro]
This is take number two
Number two, go, b*tch
Leggo, ow
Ow, f*ckin'
b*tch, yeah, b*tch, yeah
b*tch, yeah, b*tch, yeah
Sweet little dee-do-dee-dee
(Yeah) I-I-I-I-I (Yeah)

[Verse]
I've been f*ckin' with them fizzy pink juices, Jolly Rancher, diluted
Double cup, Sprite with it, please put some ice in it (Yeah)
My hoe look like gold and she know that I'm wit' it
They say, "Bros over hoes," your motto never changed, yo
b*tch played out like Range Rovers, caked out, no celebration (Nah)
Ridin' off this hangover (Damn, damn), rollin' up this elevation
But damn, that sh*t feel good (Damn), damn, I've been waitin' for this (Damn)
Come into my waitin' room (Damn), she wait until she beg for it (Woo)
They wanna underestimate me, 'cause they unqualified (Nah)
b*tch, I been had that moolah, check my f*ckin' wallet size (Haa!)
Hittin' licks like a base player, so stay up in your own lane, player
I must be the devil, 'cause I come through when they sayin' prayers like
"This b*tch need Jesus, this b*tch need Jesus" (Oh, no)
b*tch, that sh*t been old (Oh), Soul Train (Oh), Regis (Oh, haa!)
Everything look wavy, 'cause Doja got you seasick
I'm good, n*gga, I'm gravy, but you on the other hand need this sh*t
[Outro]
You just don't treat them bad
Doja
Sweet little dee-do-dee-dee
I don't mean to hurt you, baby