DeJ Loaf – Bubbly Lyrics

Bubbly By DeJ Loaf

Hey London can you bring me the lighter real quick
That might be my tag for my producer s—
When I start makin’ beats (What’s the problem?)
Oh I’m goin’ in let me do the whole song

It’s my birthday, hey
It’s my birthday, hey
She gon’ get to twistin’ on the pole with her legs
Please don’t get it twisted, mmm this b—- about her bread
Try to give her Hennessy, she want a perc instead
These b—— love my energy, they want me in their bed
I’m the biggest Joker, I need a b—- like Harley Quinn
Ain’t fishin’ for no b——, I’m like Nemo with one fin, yeah
If you thinkin’ with your d—, then we gon’ put it on your head
My brother in the other room, puttin’ a b—- to bed
I told this n—- he gotta stop f—–’ on my face
He looked at me, he dropped the beat, he said “I got a plan”
Yeah, add them b—— up, okay, you do the math, hey
Let me do me, you do the other half, yeah
I done got to the point, where I ain’t gotta ask
What the f— is your point? All my b—— bad (N—-)
[?] Wednesdays, put it on my tab
F— a throwback Thursday, I ain’t goin’ out sad
On that one night only, then turned into a bag
The Nissan Altima it turned into a Jag’

Hmm, yeah
It’s my b—-, yeah
It’s my birthday, yeah
She just started, say it’s her first day, hey
Yeah, it’s her first day, oh woah

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She get retarded, she get freaky
She’s so bossy, she ain’t easy
She ain’t with that, he or she say
She just wanna party, and go DJ
Yeah she know I’m ballin’
You ain’t in my league
I walk in, I’m unbothered, don’t you bother me
Watch how you talkin’ and approachin’ me
A n—- tried it and we left him with an injury
When I was on the East, they ain’t even notice me
I got my mink on but I take it off, roll up my sleeve
Before I blew up, I passed out off some bubbly (Some bubbly)
I fell out in the White House, I felt like Hillary (I felt like Hillary)
Dead presidents, got me shiverin’ (What’s up?)
I’m beyond cold, because of my grandmother’s remedies
Young wild n—-, take you out your misery
Are you gon’ buss it open for my n—– who ain’t make it here?
I know you wanna go some places, baby I can take you there
I gotta a lot of acres, got a crib and it’s spacious there
I’ve been workin’ on myself, I haven’t mastered my patience yet
She be workin’ on herself, tryna build her own credit score
This is marble
We gon’ hustle on our tippy toes
She know it’s survival, she gon’ dance on her tippy toes
Candle light dinner, she leave a n—- with the bloody rose
Cold-out n—-
She gon’ leave him with a stuffy nose
Learn this s— from my grandma, she used to f— with hoes
Run this s— from my grandma, she used to f— with stoves
Yeah, six years old, yeah
They thinkin’ I ain’t no one
I’m in the [?], I’m like “What up? What you need? What you want?”
Yeah, said
If I wasn’t rappin’ then I would be sellin’ clothes
My n—- said if wasn’t rappin’, nah, he’s stellin’ bowls
Yeah-yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
N—– can’t f— around
B—— a– n—–, look I’m done with the song

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