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Yikes Lyrics by Lady London

Lady Like: The Boss Tape

2020

[Intro: Lady London]
Don't ever fuckin' play with me
Oh y'all done fucked up now (Y'all niggas know, y'all bitches know I'm the fucking queen)
You ho bitches know, you dirty bum bitches know (Grrr)
Pooh, you a fool for this one
Drop the strings on 'em
[Verse 1]
I been gone for a minute (Yea)
Niggas think I'm wrong cause I'm winning (Yea)
I ain't gotta deal, but I'm still up in the field
I ain't even got a song but I'm killin' woah
Nigga throw a bag at me
Snatched ya bitch and you mad at me
I'm the queen of that toxicness
If I block ya shit, you better Cashapp me (Yikes!)
That's what you like?
That's who you with?
That's who you wifed?
That's yo bitch?
That's yo life?
That's yo shit, what's yo type?
Nigga in Saint Laurent wit a hundred, cash
Your baby mom looks like Moneybagg
And I'm real as hell, call the NFL
How this nigga still be running back
Look, pon di road dem'
An she meet ah dem broke mon
Cho mon, it gah fuck up she mood
How you meet ah broke mon, let him buss up in you? (Mmm)
Bed rock, bed rock (Woy)
Rude boy, em ah mek her bed drop
How ya still so bright?
Dem ah haffi rest up
An err oxtail dry like she pickney headtop
[Verse 2]
Rich boy on Amalfi coast
Sport Big Dior, call em Poppi Smoke
Nigga 6'4, move big raw
And he still call for that sloppy throat
I've been a boss, all of my days
Cross all of my A's
Ex nigga and his new bitch
Still stalking all on my page, like
Damn boy you still making shit?
You got a whole girl
What you hate the bitch?
Shit, gotta be
When she ride the D
You give the silent treatment like you take the fifth
I think of a hundred rendition of ways
To run up to hundreds of digits a day
Fuck if you wanna, cause bitch is you gonna?
You really be fronting the shit on your page
You fucking a ball player
Never would know
Sit at his game in the twenty-fifth row
And you ain't ashamed cause you did it before
Cause you know you a lame and you really a hoe
You in the nose bleeds, got a fucked up seat
Toes freezing, got fucked up feets
For no reason got fucked up teeth
Like oh Jesus, you fucked up CHIEF
Credits
Lady London

Lady London

About “Yikes” by Lady London

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"Yikes" appears on "Lady Like: The Boss Tape" in 2020.

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