Trae Tha Truth - Maniac lyrics

[Hook x2: Wooh Da Kid] I'm a bad b**h maniac, I can't get enough She a nympho maniac, she can't get enough I'm a money making animal, I can't get enough She a meat eating cannibal, she can't get enough [Verse 1: Wooh Da Kid] Walking through the club, diamonds hella lit Wooh Da f**ing good, opposite of celibate In the club popping bottles, getting hella bent Bad b**h with me, a** like an elephant Five in the morning, up smoking g'naj Two foreign b**hes in my bed, I just smin'ashed Never kiss and tell but I tell you what she kiss She kissing on my wee-wee, but we ain't speaking French Squad [Hook] [Verse 2: Trae The Truth] Aston Martin, bad clothes Bad hoes that got bad hoes Got flight bands, can't cla** those My stacks solid, can't crash those She deep dick, I tip gla** Small waist line, got thick a** If she slip she get smashed The same night she get pa**ed Keep diamonds all in my rin'ing Bands hit the club and run in it New Rolly' face and it's tinted Presidential like ? I swear they think I'm dumb but I'm young boss like Young Boss I set it off, it make hoes drown Please don't make these one's ? [Hook] [Verse 3: Bo Deal] It's Bo Deal, haters better duck Foreign b**h who like to s** and f**, I can't get enough All the dancers, they say I'm handsome, so I'm in love We them Squad boys, hit the club, diamonds lit it up Steal the show when we go out I'm laid back up in your house Dick up in your ho mouth We f**ing like it's a ho house Yeah, and it ain't candles that she blow out I ain't gotta throw dough out She love to show up and show out [Hook]