Chorus:
Hot island mami
Attitude grimy
Do she got a fatty in the back? Yeah prolly
Don’t got the timing
Dwarfs still mining
just went to the islands, and they had me dutty whining
Lost in Jamaica, but got a lot of paper
This a jawbreaker, when you lick, a lot of flavor
Ima make the papers, shawty ask your neighbor
Vaca in Trinidad, middle finger to the haters 

Verse 1:
I let it rain on the floor, got dat money galore
rude boy, wanna take me on a tour
Jamaican green, fast mula money machine
Im moving hella wock, and it’s stacking by the quarts 
Rock skating, Haitian, I’m looking native
Flying over seas, and I’m missing all my babies 
Riri rule the nation, reggae innovation 
You ain’t on the leaderboard, get back in yo placement 
I got em tongue tied, hit the Joseline on em
Sweating bullets, looking like it’s Vaseline on em
Baddie on budget, yeah they keep shein on em
Gambling in Vegas, hitting big 3s on em
Want me boy, don’t ya?
Quako to Lithonia
They know that I got the face for Super Bowl commercials
I just went commercial, I don’t need rehearsal
When he see me in person, he gon melt just like he Hershey’s 

Chorus:
Hot island mami
Attitude grimy
Do she got a fatty in the back? Yeah prolly
Don’t got the timing
Dwarfs still mining
just went to the islands, and they had me dutty whining
Lost in Jamaica, but got a lot of paper
This a jawbreaker, when you lick, a lot of flavor
Ima make the papers, shawty ask your neighbor
Vaca in Trinidad, middle finger to the haters

Verse 2:
Got more change than a fountain
They climbing up a mountain
He wanna get the cookie, so that nigga steady scouting
Ion need a feature, booger sugar, get it crackin
He packing, wanna eat the cherry, mr. PAC man
Marijuana in Italy, why you bitches so jittery?
Cus my money infinity, baddies in my vicinity?
This that allah divinity, shootas in my facility,
Give me hickeys and dickery, bring it back like frisbees
Mugs on muss muss
All they do is fuss fuss
 Crummy ass doped out bitches giving crust crust 
All these fat bitches want my cheese, yeah they Gus Gus
Jelliana, Willy wonka, body giving bus bus
Ion got no manners, party in Havana
White bitches blackfishing when they get a tan
Wind up, hopscotch on the d, keke Palmer
Yeah I got the looks, the brains, and I got the commas

Chorus:
Hot island mami
Attitude grimy
Do she got a fatty in the back? Yeah prolly
Don’t got the timing
Dwarfs still mining
just went to the islands, and they had me dutty whining
Lost in Jamaica, but got a lot of paper
This a jawbreaker, when you lick, a lot of flavor
Ima make the papers, shawty ask your neighbor
Vaca in Trinidad, middle finger to the haters

Island Gyals

Chorus:
We could do some bad things
Really really bad things
He just wanna smash things
Only into cash things 
We could do some (bad things)
We could do some (bad things)
We could do some, yuh, I mean really really bad things 
We could do some bad things
Really really bad things
Got a really slim frame
Feinin, not Kurt Cobain
We could do some (bad things)
We could do some (bad things)
We could do some, yuh, I mean really really bad things

Verse 1:
Smashed on the beat and the beat got sicker, Beyoncé
Nigga want me cus I’m thicker, snicker
Ion do the rah rah bicker
Pumped up kids with the kicks better run, got a gun
Where the black cards at? it’s a stick up
Pour the fuzz and I sip up
Throw my shoes off, no not kick ups
And the gang gonna click back, no clique up
Boom pow, there’s your ass shots
Do it big, caps lock
Make them chickens dance since they wanna be a mascot
Spilling lean in my new bugatti
Stretch it out like we do Pilates
Constellation, just copped a body
Line em up like coke, Bobby
“Amilli you so extra”, I’m not ya regular degular 
 How you try to stage a stunt, and you still the extra?
Shoutout to maj, I ain’t never lied
He like open up, it’s demon time
New acrylics, it’s me-me (mimi) time
Sunflower bitch (sonflower), you a seed of mine

Chorus:
We could do some bad things
Really really bad things
He just wanna smash things
Only into cash things 
We could do some (bad things)
We could do some (bad things)
We could do some, yuh, I mean really really bad things
We could do some bad things
Really really bad things
Got a really slim frame
Feinin, not Kurt Cobain
We could do some (bad things)
We could do some (bad things)
We could do some, yuh, I mean really really bad things

Verse 2:
Nigga, what you wanna do?
Jack it like it’s Looney Tunes
Bitches on they Fruit of Looms,
but worried bout what’s on my shoes
When I get to dirty dancing, the gorillas go bananas
We’on fuck with propaganda, we’on do AMILLI slander
Drip pressure, no hydraulics
Lemme feed you hoes some knowledge 
Ima hire me a stylist, dress me up like Guatemalans
Don’t be biased, I’m the flyest
They just suck my dick in private
And my stock is still suppliant
Flip my wood to gold like Midas
And them hills been hella silent, cus they know I come wit riots
Yeah, money like magic. Gomez
Baddest bitch on my block, Lopez
Anyways, Chanel finna cop me a CC
John Wayne, and I ride on the dick like giddy
And I never got work, I ain’t never been an Iggy
Pretty in the face like Nicki on Getty, bitch

Chorus:
We could do some bad things
Really really bad things
He just wanna smash things
Only into cash things 
We could do some (bad things)
We could do some (bad things)
We could do some, yuh, I mean really really bad things
We could do some bad things
Really really bad things
Got a really slim frame
Feinin, not Kurt Cobain
We could do some (bad things)
We could do some (bad things)
We could do some, yuh, I mean really really bad things

Outro:
Ion really give a fuck who popping, who top notching
Muhammad Ali a bitch, then I have my jeweler ice em
Pull up in a whip, top him off like it’s ice cream
This that nutty butty crunch, caramel, with the frosting, bitch

Bad Things

some tingzzzzz cooking😁

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Here for a good time, not a long time😘

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