"Bunny Girl" lyrics
1nonly & Ciscaux Lyrics
NateGoyard
That lil' bitch, she bad (Yeah, she bad), I tell her, "Hold up"
I cannot love no thot, she playing like controller (Like controller)
All I want is fucking bands, countin' commas, shoutout Greedo (Shoutout Greedo)
Now I'm sellin' shows at a five star casino (Yeah, ayy, yeah)
Tell that bitch to stop, now drop, throw it back (Throw it back)
If you talkin' shit, I might fold you like MAC
That lil bitch a goth girl, yeah, that's where it's at (Tsaha, yeah)
You be under pressure, no $NOT, that's a fact
That lil' bitch, she bad (Yeah, she bad), I tell her, "Hold up"
I cannot love no thot, she playing like controller (Like controller)
All I want is fucking bands, countin' commas, shoutout Greedo (Shoutout Greedo)
Now I'm sellin' shows at a five star casino (Yeah, ayy, yeah)
Tell that bitch to stop, now drop, throw it back (Throw it back)
If you talkin' shit, I might fold you like MAC
That lil bitch a goth girl, yeah, that's where it's at (Tsaha, yeah)
You be under pressure, no $NOT, that's a fact (Hold up)
Baby, I be under pressure with my homies smoking pressure
I can do this with no effort in the backseat tearing leather
Baby rubbing on my Ksubi's, she just wanna feel the texture
My bro came and tried to warn me, she might play me if I let her
But she sweet just like a Rolo, go ahead stop and do it slow-mo
Yeah, let's make this last forever, baby, go and take a photo
Shorty got me taking risks, I feel like Drake, I'm yelling "Yolo"
Got me hypnotized the way she bring it back, just like a yo-yo
Y'all be saying that they hard, but I be thinking that they so-so
If you try and do me dirty, I'ma do you Fabuloso
Shoutout Rico, that's the bro, bro
I can't switch, yo, that's the bro code
That girl tryna play these games, but she a thot, oh, that's a no go
Fuck it, one, two, come through, baby girl, I want you
I've been running through the city, but I'ma be home soon
Three, four, out the door, skrrt off like Aventador
That lil' bitch she bad, she got me going up in all the stores
Yeah, like, five, six, seven, eight, hit it like the renegade
We been waiting on this for a minute, time to celebrate
Now it's time for me to dash, sign off like the autograph
I might take her to the pad, wanna know why? 'Cause-
That lil' bitch, she bad (Yeah, she bad), I tell her, "Hold up"
I cannot love no thot, she playing like controller (Like controller)
All I want is fucking bands, countin' commas, shoutout Greedo (Shoutout Greedo)
Now I'm sellin' shows at a five star casino (Yeah, ayy, yeah)
Tell that bitch to stop, now drop, throw it back (Throw it back)
If you talkin' shit, I might fold you like MAC
That lil bitch a goth girl, yeah, that's where it's at (Tsaha, yeah)
You be under pressure, no $NOT, that's a fact
That lil' bitch, she bad (Yeah, she bad), I tell her, "Hold up"
I cannot love no thot, she playing like controller (Like controller)
All I want is fucking bands, countin' commas, shoutout Greedo (Shoutout Greedo)
Now I'm sellin' shows at a five star casino (Yeah, ayy, yeah)
Tell that bitch to stop, now drop, throw it back (Throw it back)
If you talkin' shit, I might fold you like MAC
That lil bitch a goth girl, yeah, that's where it's at (Tsaha, yeah)
You be under pressure, no $NOT, that's a fact (That's a fact)
The world is yours
That lil' bitch, she bad (Yeah, she bad), I tell her, "Hold up"
I cannot love no thot, she playing like controller (Like controller)
All I want is fucking bands, countin' commas, shoutout Greedo (Shoutout Greedo)
Now I'm sellin' shows at a five star casino (Yeah, ayy, yeah)
Tell that bitch to stop, now drop, throw it back (Throw it back)
If you talkin' shit, I might fold you like MAC
That lil bitch a goth girl, yeah, that's where it's at (Tsaha, yeah)
You be under pressure, no $NOT, that's a fact
That lil' bitch, she bad (Yeah, she bad), I tell her, "Hold up"
I cannot love no thot, she playing like controller (Like controller)
All I want is fucking bands, countin' commas, shoutout Greedo (Shoutout Greedo)
Now I'm sellin' shows at a five star casino (Yeah, ayy, yeah)
Tell that bitch to stop, now drop, throw it back (Throw it back)
If you talkin' shit, I might fold you like MAC
That lil bitch a goth girl, yeah, that's where it's at (Tsaha, yeah)
You be under pressure, no $NOT, that's a fact (Hold up)
Baby, I be under pressure with my homies smoking pressure
I can do this with no effort in the backseat tearing leather
Baby rubbing on my Ksubi's, she just wanna feel the texture
My bro came and tried to warn me, she might play me if I let her
But she sweet just like a Rolo, go ahead stop and do it slow-mo
Yeah, let's make this last forever, baby, go and take a photo
Shorty got me taking risks, I feel like Drake, I'm yelling "Yolo"
Got me hypnotized the way she bring it back, just like a yo-yo
Y'all be saying that they hard, but I be thinking that they so-so
If you try and do me dirty, I'ma do you Fabuloso
Shoutout Rico, that's the bro, bro
I can't switch, yo, that's the bro code
That girl tryna play these games, but she a thot, oh, that's a no go
Fuck it, one, two, come through, baby girl, I want you
I've been running through the city, but I'ma be home soon
Three, four, out the door, skrrt off like Aventador
That lil' bitch she bad, she got me going up in all the stores
Yeah, like, five, six, seven, eight, hit it like the renegade
We been waiting on this for a minute, time to celebrate
Now it's time for me to dash, sign off like the autograph
I might take her to the pad, wanna know why? 'Cause-
That lil' bitch, she bad (Yeah, she bad), I tell her, "Hold up"
I cannot love no thot, she playing like controller (Like controller)
All I want is fucking bands, countin' commas, shoutout Greedo (Shoutout Greedo)
Now I'm sellin' shows at a five star casino (Yeah, ayy, yeah)
Tell that bitch to stop, now drop, throw it back (Throw it back)
If you talkin' shit, I might fold you like MAC
That lil bitch a goth girl, yeah, that's where it's at (Tsaha, yeah)
You be under pressure, no $NOT, that's a fact
That lil' bitch, she bad (Yeah, she bad), I tell her, "Hold up"
I cannot love no thot, she playing like controller (Like controller)
All I want is fucking bands, countin' commas, shoutout Greedo (Shoutout Greedo)
Now I'm sellin' shows at a five star casino (Yeah, ayy, yeah)
Tell that bitch to stop, now drop, throw it back (Throw it back)
If you talkin' shit, I might fold you like MAC
That lil bitch a goth girl, yeah, that's where it's at (Tsaha, yeah)
You be under pressure, no $NOT, that's a fact (That's a fact)
The world is yours
Writer(s): Nathan Fuller, Nathan Portugal
