Paroles de la chanson NWFA par Bia
Paroles de la chanson NWFA par Bia
These niggas like blunts, get passed around
Passed around, passed around
Frrrt, beep
Section 8 straight cooked this motherfucker up
BIA, BIA
Uh-huh
This niggas'll fuck anything (Uh, yeah)
And that's on everything, bitch (Uh)
This niggas'll fuck anything (Yeah, yeah)
I put that on everything, bitch
How you doin'? What's your name? Where you from? (Uh, uh)
I can tell you gettin' money from the bruise that's on your thumb
Passed around, passed around
Frrrt, beep
Section 8 straight cooked this motherfucker up
BIA, BIA
Uh-huh
This niggas'll fuck anything (Uh, yeah)
And that's on everything, bitch (Uh)
This niggas'll fuck anything (Yeah, yeah)
I put that on everything, bitch
How you doin'? What's your name? Where you from? (Uh, uh)
I can tell you gettin' money from the bruise that's on your thumb
I'm a ten but I ate (Ate), I ain't leave no fuckin' crumbs
I don't fuck with none of y'all, I must be a nun
Let's get back on track, girl, that dick should make you run (Run)
Sharin' with these bitches ain't the flex you thought it was
Baby, I'm a homebody but they love me in the streets
You thought he was yours but he really for the streets, ha-ha
This niggas'll fuck anything (Uh, yeah)
And that's on everything, bitch (Uh)
This niggas'll fuck anything (Yeah, yeah)
I put that on everything, bitch
Thought he was a trick 'til he tricked you
I don't fuck with none of y'all, I must be a nun
Let's get back on track, girl, that dick should make you run (Run)
Sharin' with these bitches ain't the flex you thought it was
Baby, I'm a homebody but they love me in the streets
You thought he was yours but he really for the streets, ha-ha
This niggas'll fuck anything (Uh, yeah)
And that's on everything, bitch (Uh)
This niggas'll fuck anything (Yeah, yeah)
I put that on everything, bitch
Thought he was a trick 'til he tricked you
Made him sign an NDA to add him to my finsta
We don't give no money back, I need it like a stripper (Cash)
How you scared to tag your own nigga in a picture? (Huh?)
Ha-ha
I'ma hit him where he's hurt
He thought he a hot boy but that nigga really bizarre
Treat him like a dog, I put my pussy on his whiskers
He should be my baby mom because he actin' bitter
Ha-ha
This niggas'll fuck anything (Uh, yeah)
And that's on everything, bitch (Uh)
This niggas'll fuck anything (Yeah, yeah)
I put that on everything, bitch
We don't give no money back, I need it like a stripper (Cash)
How you scared to tag your own nigga in a picture? (Huh?)
Ha-ha
I'ma hit him where he's hurt
He thought he a hot boy but that nigga really bizarre
Treat him like a dog, I put my pussy on his whiskers
He should be my baby mom because he actin' bitter
Ha-ha
This niggas'll fuck anything (Uh, yeah)
And that's on everything, bitch (Uh)
This niggas'll fuck anything (Yeah, yeah)
I put that on everything, bitch
These niggas like blunts, get passed around
Passed around, passed around
Girls wanna have funds too, pass around
Pass around, pass around
These niggas like blunts, get passed around
Passed around, passed around
Girls wanna have funds too, pass around
Pass around, pass around
This niggas'll fuck anything (Uh, yeah)
And that's on everything, bitch (Uh)
This niggas'll fuck anything (Yeah, yeah)
I put that on everything, bitch
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