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Bent Video (MV)




Performed By: D0n.J
Length: 2:31
Written by: Don'Tray Jenkins




D0n.J - Bent Lyrics




Why you worried who I'm f*ckin' on?
You got the drop, tell me what the lick read
Slide in that bitch like a jet ski
Ice on hockey Wayne Gretzky
Man I'm wondering why f*ck nigga's sweating me
You know you don't put up no numbers
D0nniebaby pay me commas
Have my hitters come shoot up your shit like Osama BENT
Walk in the function I'm BENT
This on a regular
I can't do regular shit
I can't do regular bitch
Check out my chick
She don't do regular shit
She ain't no regular thick (yeah)
She gon' pop it for me like a bag on it
I own the pussy like a tag on it
It ain't no work I can heat it up
Tell your man don't be mad Brodie
Polo on my dick when I walk out the house
Her lips on my dick when I sit on the couch
Hoe check your thermostat I'm hot as f*ck
Check the wrist on your nigga
Me I pull up with that hard shit
With more shots than a arson
I'm bout action, show me where your oppers be
Your crew don't want no smoke then say it nice to me
You act like your meter broke, you know i'm hot bitch you can see it
I may act like my feet are broke but I'm running it up as you can see
Check out my wrist wear, Man your bitch know what time it is
Your bitch respect me like papa bear, Ain't no shopping for diamond rings
Though I'm into the finer things, for the fame I can put it up
For them records ill put it up, if you think you better than put it up
Man kuz I'm trying to bet yeah
Put them numbers up, man f*ck all that fu shit what you waiting for
Posted up I'm like bruh man, the 5th floor's where you'll find me
In the kitchen where my slime be yeah
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Why you worried who I'm f*ckin' on?
You got the drop, tell me what the lick read
Slide in that bitch like a jet ski
Ice on hockey Wayne Gretzky
Man I'm wondering why f*ck nigga's sweating me
You know you don't put up no numbers
D0nniebaby pay me commas
Have my hitters come shoot up your shit like Osama BENT
Walk in the function I'm BENT
This on a regular
I can't do regular shit
I can't do regular bitch
Check out my chick
She don't do regular shit
She ain't no regular thick (yeah)
She gon' pop it for me like a bag on it
I own the pussy like a tag on it
It ain't no work I can heat it up
Tell your man don't be mad Brodie
Polo on my dick when I walk out the house
Her lips on my dick when I sit on the couch
Hoe check your thermostat I'm hot as f*ck
Check the wrist on your nigga
Me I pull up with that hard shit
With more shots than a arson
I'm bout action, show me where your oppers be
Your crew don't want no smoke then say it nice to me
You act like your meter broke, you know i'm hot bitch you can see it
I may act like my feet are broke but I'm running it up as you can see
Check out my wrist wear, Man your bitch know what time it is
Your bitch respect me like papa bear, Ain't no shopping for diamond rings
Though I'm into the finer things, for the fame I can put it up
For them records ill put it up, if you think you better than put it up
Man kuz I'm trying to bet yeah
Put them numbers up, man f*ck all that fu shit what you waiting for
Posted up I'm like bruh man, the 5th floor's where you'll find me
In the kitchen where my slime be yeah
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Writer: Don'Tray Jenkins
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