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letra de india love - izzymcfly

[hook]
need a baddie like india love
need a baddie like india love
need a baddie like india love
need a baddie like india love
india … love
india … love
india … love
need a baddie like india love

[verse 1]
need a baddie like india love
come diff i pull up with no mask and no glove
if you fly like a plane then i’m way up above
i can handle the pressure when push comes to shove
bad little light skin she matching my fly
guys snapping necks when she walking right past em
she swing to the crib guaranteed that i’m smashing
drip sauce when i walk and she love how i’m swaggin
fell off my twist then i turned to a slacker
hate is free promo keep going i’m flattered
my pops was way madder when i gave up sports
but now green is my bae like i play for the packers
looking for a brain like i turn to a zombie
stop rocking polo i’m flexing in tommy
speak on my name and be coming real crazy
i catch em in traffic and they turn to gahndi
all about my bills i ain’t talking bout cosby
make that -ss clap just like bravo no johnny
not trusting these b-tches all thanks to kehlani
ain’t surfing my waves cause my shits on tsunami
balling on em .. georgetown
scoring on em that’s a touchdown
she piped up i got a pipe’er down
need a baddie like india love now

[verse 2]
need a baddie nice face and a fatty
if she got a flatty then come here to daddy
i slay then go ghost like a phantom no danny
swing til i die just like arturo gaddy
dumb through the bands make it all back the next
ya girl be impressed while i dumb thru the check
don’t be mad at me she the one in my texts
i only hit once now ol girl is obsessed
india india india
she let me record it like cinema
if you broke you’re a joke like comedians
more paper than encyclopedias
i pull up and she gets to sucking
if me and you f-cking don’t think that i’m cuffin
you been knew the deal don’t know why you are bugging
this packed odee lit got me baked like a m-ffin
she think that i like her i don’t like i’m bryson
all about my chicken ain’t talking bout tyson
my man’s got the drugs and its loud like a siren
mcfly bout to blow like i’m cooling with isis
called me a dog so she must be the bone
got her addicted she all on my phone
you get hommy’d real fast trying to step on my throne
if you don’t look like india leave me alone

- izzymcfly

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