J. Walker - @BadGalRiRi lyrics

(Verse1:KiL) Flossing out here first So I could do the honor Pa** your boy the thirst So I could soothe my stomach Thinking about the days When I would cruise the Honda Way back wrecking in ditches Yea yall remember I'm flawed and the lord got the torch I forfeit galore I'm into the force For you simplistic who*es You bald head b**h Cynthia I'm comrade quick It's the Bomb that sh** If she fond that stick Maaaagic, That trick Staaaaaatic that wrist Keep flickin Naaaaasty that written Keep spitting Fanatic addict Where's Nick ? Meek quivering Ask me that's dead... Get kendrick Get Quentin Iller feel for yo ignorance (Bridge) The convo struck up I'm f**ed up I told u You could be big as Rihanna You could do all that you ever wanna Just be happy darling why not chill 4 the moment Cause I got a lot of time and little stress Fine iron and will grip No tolerance 4 the bull sh** and All offense when you push me (Chorus) And All she talk about is diamonds Here Rihanna If I don't feel the vibe I dodge u silly woman Feeling like the devil really truly want me Please God Jesus tell me what am I'm becoming All that I don't want I'm bout see she go Take her by the hand im bout To leave she rolls All she understands the problems All she understands is money Ahh she bout her business dollars Capital & all the hundreds (Verse2:Cocaine Mali) I told lil mama She big as Rihanna (big as Rihanna) She f** up yo commas You buying her diamonds She stay wit that drama Hit her wit the hammer Her mama be wildin Her p**y bananas I swear she picture perfect Might f** up you camera All of these hoes is worthless We f** em and pa** em We keep buyin bottles To f** wit the dancers She'll left her ex n***a sick I swear she causing cancer If she f** 5 n***as They'll all buy her pampers She live in VA But she club in Atlanta & She bout her bucs I thought she was from Tampa Poured a 4 in the Fanta She thought I was Santa But she run Thru n***as like Chancellor ( know you can't trust her) And she bout her commas Put that on my momma She only date ballers I call that little b**h Rihanna (Hello !) I call that little b**h Rihanna (Hello !) (HELLO!) whats good? (Bridge) The convo struck up I'm f**ed up I told u You could be big as Rihanna You could do all that you ever wanna Just be happy darling why not chill 4 the moment Cause I got a lot of time and little stress Fine iron and will grip No tolerance 4 the bull sh** and ( Po up , Po up) All offense when you push me (Po it up) (Chorus) And All she talk about is diamonds (and all she see is dollar signs) Here Rihanna If I don't feel the vibe (and all she see is dollars) I dodge u silly woman Feeling like the devil really truly want me (all that she believe in is the $ign) Please God Jesus tell me what am I'm becoming All that I don't want I'm bout see she go (she'd probably want me if I get signed) Take her by the hand im bout To leave she rolls All she understands the problems All she understands is money Ahh she bout her business dollars Capital & all the hundreds