Bad Teens Club

The Party

Toya: and I look cute, Yes I'm cute

Bianca: aye we cute, we cute!

Giselle: we really really cute

Kyra: so cute, so cute

Naomi: aye twerk team *proceeds to twerk *

Girls: (laughing )

Carissa: y'all ready

Girls: Yes

Toya: mmhmm where that ugly hoe at?

Trinity: who Asha? oh she in the limo already

Christina: (laughing ) lord come on y'all

* The Girls Get To The Party *

Bianca: why do we keep running into him?

Naomi: who?

Bianca: Kordae!

Giselle: sshh before Kyra see him and wanna leave

Toya: come on y'all we going to dance

[ A$AP Rocky x Goldie ]

I said it must be cause a nigga got dough

Extraordinary swag and a mouth full of gold

Hoes at my shows they be stripping off they clothes

And them college girls write a nigga name on they toes

Niggas talk shit 'til they get lockjaw

Chrome to ya dome 'til ya get glockjaw

Party like a cowboy or a rockstar

Everybody play the tough guy 'til shit pop off

Let's take it to the basics, you in the midst of greatness

My Martin was a Maison, rocked Margiela with no laces

Cristal go by the cases, wait hold up that was racist

I would prefer the Aces, ain't no different when you taste it

A 40 ounce to chase it, that's just an understatement

I'm early to the party but my 'Rari is the latest

Somehow it seems girls in they late teens

Remind me your favorite jeans cause they naked cause you famous

Life's a mothafucka, ain't it? These other rappers anus

So tell me what your name is, I'mma tell it to my stainless

You aim it for you bang it let that banger leave you brainless

It's just me, myself and I and mothafuckas that I came with Miscellaneous, niggas wanna hate on me

Until I tell 'em to they face they ain't no G

Low key, niggas mad cause I'm smooth puffing Zig Zags

Tell 'em quit the riff raff bitching with your bitch ass

Yes, I'm the shit, tell me do it stink?

It feel good waking up to money in the bank

Three model bitches, cocaine on the sink

And I'm so 'bout it 'bout it, I might roll up in a tank

Cause my chain came from Cuba, got a lock up on the link

And them red bottom loafers just to compliment the mink

Eyes chink, rolling up that dank, blowing on that stank