Bubbly lyrics - dej loaf

 Hey London can you bring me a lighter real quick

That might be my tag for my producer shit

When I start makin' beats (What's the problem?)

Oh I'm goin' in let me do the whole song

It's my birthday, ayy

It's my birthday, ayy

She gon' get to twistin' on the pole with her legs

Please don't get it twisted, mmm this bitch about her bread

Try to give her Hennessy, she want a perc instead

These bitches love my energy, they want me in their bed

I'm the biggest Joker, I need a bitch like Harley Quinn

Ain't fishin' for no bitches, I'm like Nemo with one fin, yeah

If you thinkin' with your dick, then we gon' put it on your head

My brother in the other room, puttin' a bitch to bed

I told this nigga he gotta stop fuckin' on my face

He looked at me, he dropped the beat, he said "I got a plan"

Yeah, add them bitches 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 fuck is your point? All my bitches bad (Nigga)

Order on Wednesdays, put it on my tab

Fuck 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 bitch, yeah

It's my birthday, yeah

She just started, say it's her first day, hey

Yeah, it's her first day, oh woah

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 nigga 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 (What's up?)

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 nigga, take you out your misery

Are you gon' buss it open for my niggas 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 nigga with the bloody rose

Coked-out nigga, she gon' leave him with a stuffy nose

Learned this shit from my grandma, she used to fuck with hoes

Learned this shit from my grandma, she used to fuck with stoves

Yeah, six years old, yeah, they thinkin' I ain't know

I'm at the sidewalk like "What up? What you need? What you want?"

Yeah

Oh-oh-oh

Yeah, said

If I wasn't rappin' then I would be sellin' clothes

My nigga said if he weren't rappin', nah, he's still sellin' bowls

Yeah-yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Niggas can't fuck around

Bitches ass niggas, look I'm done with the song