Bitch, I'm in a pink Rolls Royce with your daddy
Look me up and down, but you know you can't have me
Baby, all these ugly broke boys stay taxing
I'm done with the shit, hit a lick
Yeah, I'm bratty
Tryna find the love like I'm looking for my Juul
Lost it on the way to f*ck your bitch, you're a fool
Make a bitch splash from the back, make her drool
Screaming "Baha Bla$t" like I'm famous, thought you knew
Daddy say I'm trendy
High heels and that Fenty
Ask me if I make a lot
Bitch I make plenty
Your bitch say I'm thick
She like it when I spit
She want her hand around my throat, but I just can't commit
Now you're looking dumb, all your friends wanna f*ck me
Even all your exes wanna hit me on my IG
It's not surprising
My looks are blinding
And you can ask your daddy
'Cause he know that I'm exciting
Mmm
Got 'em comin' on command
Female Jim Jones, glasses in their hands
2020 It-Girl, you know that I stay trashy
Bought it at a Goodwill, make it look flashy
Drank a lot of whiskey and my eyes are lookin' glassy
I'm a bad bitch, Mary-Kate, no Ashley
Call me Baha Bla$t 'cause they know I got stans
You know they gonna follow me, I got a lot of fans
Say thank you, Baha Bla$t
We're grateful for your lessons
You taught us to be blessed
And we're so grateful for your presence
Say thank you, Baha Bla$t
We're grateful for your lessons
You taught us to be blessed
And we're so grateful for your presence
Now we're at the Heaven's Gates, and I'm lookin' godly
They say that I'm delusional, bitch that is my hobby
Crazier than Harley Quinn, I don't need no Joker
Hold me down and tie me up
It might bring us closer
Hollywood Boulevard, baby that's my runway
Leaving you on read, while I'm sippin' on that rosé
Black Label, red cup, only on a Sunday
Livin' like its Burger King, I'mma have it my way
Mmm
Got 'em comin' on command
Female Jim Jones, glasses in their hands
Say thank you, Baha Bla$t
We're grateful for your lessons
You taught us to be blessed
And we're so grateful for your presence
Say thank you, Baha Bla$t
We're grateful for your lessons
You taught us to be blessed
And we're so grateful for your presence
Baha Bla$t - KOOL-AID Lyrics
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Bitch, I'm in a pink Rolls Royce with your daddy
Look me up and down, but you know you can't have me
Baby, all these ugly broke boys stay taxing
I'm done with the shit, hit a lick
Yeah, I'm bratty
Tryna find the love like I'm looking for my Juul
Lost it on the way to f*ck your bitch, you're a fool
Make a bitch splash from the back, make her drool
Screaming "Baha Bla$t" like I'm famous, thought you knew
Daddy say I'm trendy
High heels and that Fenty
Ask me if I make a lot
Bitch I make plenty
Your bitch say I'm thick
She like it when I spit
She want her hand around my throat, but I just can't commit
Now you're looking dumb, all your friends wanna f*ck me
Even all your exes wanna hit me on my IG
It's not surprising
My looks are blinding
And you can ask your daddy
'Cause he know that I'm exciting
Mmm
Got 'em comin' on command
Female Jim Jones, glasses in their hands
2020 It-Girl, you know that I stay trashy
Bought it at a Goodwill, make it look flashy
Drank a lot of whiskey and my eyes are lookin' glassy
I'm a bad bitch, Mary-Kate, no Ashley
Call me Baha Bla$t 'cause they know I got stans
You know they gonna follow me, I got a lot of fans
Say thank you, Baha Bla$t
We're grateful for your lessons
You taught us to be blessed
And we're so grateful for your presence
Say thank you, Baha Bla$t
We're grateful for your lessons
You taught us to be blessed
And we're so grateful for your presence
Now we're at the Heaven's Gates, and I'm lookin' godly
They say that I'm delusional, bitch that is my hobby
Crazier than Harley Quinn, I don't need no Joker
Hold me down and tie me up
It might bring us closer
Hollywood Boulevard, baby that's my runway
Leaving you on read, while I'm sippin' on that rosé
Black Label, red cup, only on a Sunday
Livin' like its Burger King, I'mma have it my way
Mmm
Got 'em comin' on command
Female Jim Jones, glasses in their hands
Say thank you, Baha Bla$t
We're grateful for your lessons
You taught us to be blessed
And we're so grateful for your presence
Say thank you, Baha Bla$t
We're grateful for your lessons
You taught us to be blessed
And we're so grateful for your presence
Look me up and down, but you know you can't have me
Baby, all these ugly broke boys stay taxing
I'm done with the shit, hit a lick
Yeah, I'm bratty
Tryna find the love like I'm looking for my Juul
Lost it on the way to f*ck your bitch, you're a fool
Make a bitch splash from the back, make her drool
Screaming "Baha Bla$t" like I'm famous, thought you knew
Daddy say I'm trendy
High heels and that Fenty
Ask me if I make a lot
Bitch I make plenty
Your bitch say I'm thick
She like it when I spit
She want her hand around my throat, but I just can't commit
Now you're looking dumb, all your friends wanna f*ck me
Even all your exes wanna hit me on my IG
It's not surprising
My looks are blinding
And you can ask your daddy
'Cause he know that I'm exciting
Mmm
Got 'em comin' on command
Female Jim Jones, glasses in their hands
2020 It-Girl, you know that I stay trashy
Bought it at a Goodwill, make it look flashy
Drank a lot of whiskey and my eyes are lookin' glassy
I'm a bad bitch, Mary-Kate, no Ashley
Call me Baha Bla$t 'cause they know I got stans
You know they gonna follow me, I got a lot of fans
Say thank you, Baha Bla$t
We're grateful for your lessons
You taught us to be blessed
And we're so grateful for your presence
Say thank you, Baha Bla$t
We're grateful for your lessons
You taught us to be blessed
And we're so grateful for your presence
Now we're at the Heaven's Gates, and I'm lookin' godly
They say that I'm delusional, bitch that is my hobby
Crazier than Harley Quinn, I don't need no Joker
Hold me down and tie me up
It might bring us closer
Hollywood Boulevard, baby that's my runway
Leaving you on read, while I'm sippin' on that rosé
Black Label, red cup, only on a Sunday
Livin' like its Burger King, I'mma have it my way
Mmm
Got 'em comin' on command
Female Jim Jones, glasses in their hands
Say thank you, Baha Bla$t
We're grateful for your lessons
You taught us to be blessed
And we're so grateful for your presence
Say thank you, Baha Bla$t
We're grateful for your lessons
You taught us to be blessed
And we're so grateful for your presence
Writer: Angel Freeze, Tara Byars
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC