Birdie Bands - India Love lyrics

[Hook] Need a baddie like India Love Need a baddie like India Love Need a baddie like India Love Need a baddie like India Love India ... Love India ... Love India ... Love Need a baddie like India Love [Verse 1] Need a baddie like India love Come diff I pull up with no mask and no glove If you fly like a plane then I'm way up above I can handle the pressure when push comes to shove Bad little light skin she matching my fly Guys snapping necks when she walking right past em She swing to the crib guaranteed that I'm smashing Drip sauce when I walk and she love how I'm swaggin Fell off my twist then I turned to a slacker Hate is free promo keep going I'm flattered My pops was way madder when I gave up sports But now green is my bae like I play for the Packers Looking for a brain like I turn to a zombie Stop rocking polo I'm flexing in Tommy Speak on my name and be coming real crazy I catch em in traffic and they turn to Gahndi All about my bills I ain't talking bout Cosby Make that a** clap just like bravo no Johnny Not trusting these b**hes all thanks to Kehlani Ain't surfing my waves cause my sh**s on tsunami Balling on em .. Georgetown Scoring on em that's a touchdown She piped up I got a pipe'er down Need a baddie like India love now [Hook] Need a baddie like India Love Need a baddie like India Love Need a baddie like India Love Need a baddie like India Love India ... Love India ... Love India ... Love Need a baddie like India Love [Verse 2] Need a baddie nice face and a fatty If she got a flatty then come here to daddy I slay then go ghost like a phantom no Danny Swing til I die just like Arturo Gaddy Dumb through the bands make it all back the next Ya girl be impressed while I dumb thru the check Don't be mad at me she the one in my texts I only hit once now ol girl is obsessed India India India She let me record it like cinema If you broke you're a joke like comedians More paper than encyclopedias I pull up and she gets to s**ing If me and you f**ing don't think that I'm cuffin You been knew the deal don't know why you are bugging This packed odee lit got me baked like a muffin She think that I like her I don't like I'm Bryson All about my chicken ain't talking bout Tyson My man's got the d** and its loud like a siren McFly bout to blow like I'm cooling with Isis Called me a dog so she must be the bone Got her addicted she all on my phone You get hommy'd real fast trying to step on my throne If you don't look like India leave me alone [Hook] Need a baddie like India Love Need a baddie like India Love Need a baddie like India Love Need a baddie like India Love India ... Love India ... Love India ... Love Need a baddie like India Love X2