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Bed Time Lyrics


Artist: Flo Milli

 

Bed Time Lyrics

Bed Time by Flo Milli


She think I'm funny, well, b**ch I'm hilarious
Ho, keep it cute, before I embarrass ya
I think it's crazy how they play the narrative
f**k with they mind, I don't get out of character, uh
Wait, I be hittin' up, I gotta reload
Hatin' ass nigga, he ain't f**kin' with my ego
30 inches, got me feelin' Filipino
Name hold weight like a boat full of kilos, uh
Ain't no need for wastin' time
When I see you out in public, b**ch, your ass is mine (b**ch, uh)
You can get away from me offline
But when you walk up in the club, you'll be back in the bind
They ain't tell you I was one of a kind
Got these b**ches tryna copy on the front of they mind, uh
You hateful 'fore you brush your teeth (Uh)
I ride your nigga face to sleep (Yeah)

I might f**k around and make the headlines
Make a ho go night-night like it's bedtime (Bedtime, bedtime, bedtime)
Bedtime (Bedtime, bedtime, bedtime), bedtime (Bedtime, bedtime, bedtime)
I might f**k around and make the headlines
Make a ho go night-night like it's bedtime
(Z-Z-Z-Z-Z-Z, bedtime, bedtime, bedtime)
Bedtime (Z-Z-Z-Z-Z-Z, bedtime, bedtime, bedtime)

Knock a b**ch out and teach her a lesson
Swear to god I can't go back and forth with none of you peasants
Made a mill' at 20 years old, you never would guess it
How you hatin' and you dead broke, that sh*t is depressin', ah (Uh)
I'm way too cold, my diamonds baguetted
Could never compete with a soul, I'm not that invested
Yeah, your ho gon' do what she told, she don't wanna test me
My momma will beat a b**ch up, that sh*t is genetic (Hahahaha)
I think I got a fetish
I get under hoes skin, but they ain't diabetic, uh
But look, I mean, that's just my aesthetic
If he put the dick on me, he'll never regret it
What the f**k I look like tryna beef wit' you?
You just a rabid ass ho, I gotta tell you the truth
I got rich ass niggas tryna cuff on me
And you a bum, broke ho, I bet you f**k for free
Dumb ass b**ch

I might f**k around and make the headlines
Make a ho go night-night like it's bedtime (Bedtime, bedtime, bedtime)
Bedtime (Bedtime, bedtime, bedtime), bedtime (Bedtime, bedtime, bedtime)
I might f**k around and make the headlines
Make a ho go night-night like it's bedtime
(Z-Z-Z-Z-Z-Z, bedtime, bedtime, bedtime)
Bedtime (Z-Z-Z-Z-Z-Z, bedtime, bedtime, bedtime)

Oh, oh
You b**ches thought it was over
You b**ches thought it was over, ha
It ain't never over, ho

I hate that b**ch
Every time I see her, I'ma shank that b**ch, ah, ah
I hate that b**ch
Every time I see her, I'ma shank that b**ch, ah, ah
I'ma take his soul, put a nigga in a trance
Keep a shooter with me, Draco make him do a dance
Wake them hoes up like Tanisha with the pants
Why they sleepin' on me, I don't even understand
I hate that b**ch
Every time I see her, I'ma shank that b**ch, ah, ah
I hate that b**ch
Every time I see her, I'ma shank that b**ch, bedtime

I might f**k around and make the headlines
Make a ho go night-night like it's bedtime (Z-Z-Z-Z-Z-Z)
Bedtime (Z-Z-Z-Z-Z-Z)



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