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Get DeJ Loaf's new single “Bubbly”: Follow DeJ Loaf: Lyrics Hey London can you bring me a lighter real quick That might be my tag for my producer shit When I start makin' beats 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 fans 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 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 Before I blew up, I passed out off some bubbly I fell out in the White House, I felt like Hillary Dead presidents, got me shiverin' 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 up her 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 side door 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' bows Yeah-yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Niggas can't fuck around Bitches ass niggas, look I'm done with the song
