Letra de Bipolar
Aye
I told her what’s cracking, It’s Cdot
Hope u coming with me when I leave
I told her what’s cracking, It’s Cdot
Hope u coming with me when I leave
Money ain’t shit man I know a lil place we can go
Where it fall off the trees
I’m in love with designer
Bought dolce gabanna to go on each of yo feet
And I hope u can throw it back
I be enjoying that I’m finna put you to sleep
If it ain’t money let’s not talk about it
I usually be keeping it brief
Yo nigga want smoke when we see him
I told my lil nigga to aim at his teeth
And you can front all you want
I see I straight through that shit
Man I know where you week
She say she need her a fix
I Slip her this dick she instantly week
You Tryna keep it low key, thats cool wit me
We ain’t gotta speak
And She say the kids sleep
Sound good to me, I know how to creep aye
I’m in that Fast Jeep
When It push start I woke up the street
And You better Fast think
Cause when I’m gone you missed your beat
Nigga You did not have to cut me off like that
You bogus as fuck, I ain't do shit to you
You mad cause a mafucka can't
Jump when you say jump? nigga fuck you
If Its fuck me its fuck you
I’ma clown but still fucked you
And tell yo friend to shut up too
I would’ve been fucked her if I wanted to
Now I think we good let’s Call a troose
I don’t know why we sitting In this car
We going no where like we on a boot
This shit started wit yo attitude
And yo point of views , Aye
Im tired of trying and being accused
I’m focused on revenue
I ain’t got Time to hear you wine
And switching yo moods
Talking about you really don’t read them
But out of your DM can pick from a thousand dudes
And if a new door open when one close
I’m in the crib with a thousand rooms
Aye
I’m grateful, Inhaling smoke wen I breathe
Really I ain’t have a thing
Stop You tryna make shit more than it be
Really We just were a Fling
I wonder, would you even pick me
If my diamonds wasn’t giving a bling
I’m guilty too I only picked you cause
Yo ass couldn’t fit in them jeans
I should’ve told ha I’m bipolar
I should’ve kept it a G
Cause after all the shit I told her
I want her on my wing
Im the king around this bitch you know you can be the queen
Or better yet be my fiancée let’s pick out a ring
I don’t know whats wrong with you
I don’t know what you going through
But you acting bogus as fuck
And Like, I don’t know whats wrong with you
(Voicemail Beep)
Where it fall off the trees
I’m in love with designer
Bought dolce gabanna to go on each of yo feet
And I hope u can throw it back
I be enjoying that I’m finna put you to sleep
If it ain’t money let’s not talk about it
I usually be keeping it brief
Yo nigga want smoke when we see him
I told my lil nigga to aim at his teeth
And you can front all you want
I see I straight through that shit
Man I know where you week
She say she need her a fix
I Slip her this dick she instantly week
You Tryna keep it low key, thats cool wit me
We ain’t gotta speak
And She say the kids sleep
Sound good to me, I know how to creep aye
I’m in that Fast Jeep
When It push start I woke up the street
And You better Fast think
Cause when I’m gone you missed your beat
Nigga You did not have to cut me off like that
You bogus as fuck, I ain't do shit to you
You mad cause a mafucka can't
Jump when you say jump? nigga fuck you
If Its fuck me its fuck you
I’ma clown but still fucked you
And tell yo friend to shut up too
I would’ve been fucked her if I wanted to
Now I think we good let’s Call a troose
I don’t know why we sitting In this car
We going no where like we on a boot
This shit started wit yo attitude
And yo point of views , Aye
Im tired of trying and being accused
I’m focused on revenue
I ain’t got Time to hear you wine
And switching yo moods
Talking about you really don’t read them
But out of your DM can pick from a thousand dudes
And if a new door open when one close
I’m in the crib with a thousand rooms
Aye
I’m grateful, Inhaling smoke wen I breathe
Really I ain’t have a thing
Stop You tryna make shit more than it be
Really We just were a Fling
I wonder, would you even pick me
If my diamonds wasn’t giving a bling
I’m guilty too I only picked you cause
Yo ass couldn’t fit in them jeans
I should’ve told ha I’m bipolar
I should’ve kept it a G
Cause after all the shit I told her
I want her on my wing
Im the king around this bitch you know you can be the queen
Or better yet be my fiancée let’s pick out a ring
I don’t know whats wrong with you
I don’t know what you going through
But you acting bogus as fuck
And Like, I don’t know whats wrong with you
(Voicemail Beep)
