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Tink - Rebel Lyrics


[Intro]
(Right Now Sound)
(Hitmaka)
(Romano)
(OG Parker)

[Verse 1: Tink]
Shawty got me excited
Fallin’ deep, but I like it (Huh)
Pullin’ up and I’m outside
I’d ride it like a Bugatti (‘Gatti)
Eighty-five on this cube
Top down when we cruisin’ (Cruise)
Somethin’ ’bout you here with me that gets me high (High)
It’s that good love with that street shit
Got me all in my feels (Feels)
Cuttin’ off my old niggas, don’t need ’em all in my ear (Ear)
All that back and forth, makes me wanna trust you (Trust)
Make me want it more, every time I fuck you

[Chorus: Jeremih, with Tink]
Forty-five on the bezel, ayy
Shorty my little rebel, ayy (Rebel)
Fuckin’ on her, she spеcial, ayy
Hit her with the rose pеtals, ayy (Hey)
I’m the bass, she the treble, ayy
AP, gave her a medal, ayy (Ayy)
Black card and them debit, ayy
Shootin’ out of the barrel, ayy
Shorty on a new level, ayy
She ain’t never gon’ settle (Settle)
Hit it first like Ray J, I’m baskin’ in it no Carol (Carol)
Said her last man was a zero
He ain’t had my type of dinero (No)
She ain’t supposed to be here tonight
She a bad thing, little rebel, ayy

[Verse 2: Jeremih]
Said it’s on tonight
I came to take you there
Said it’s anything you wanna do (Do)
My body on your body, yeah
I hope you don’t play fair
Not fair (Fair)
Drape you in diamonds, somewhere exotic (Yeah)
Make you my goddess, not fair (Ayy)
It ain’t no contest, when we get it poppin’ (Hey)
I’m just bein’ honest

[Chorus: Jeremih, with Tink]
Forty-five on the bezel, ayy
Shorty my little rebel, ayy (Rebel)
Fuckin’ on her, she special, ayy
Hit her with the rose petals, ayy (Hey)
I’m the bass, she the treble, ayy
AP, gave her a medal, ayy (Ayy)
Black card and them debit, ayy
Shootin’ out of the barrel, ayy
Shorty on a new level, ayy
She ain’t never gon’ settle (Settle)
Hit it first like Ray J, I’m baskin’ in it no Carol (Carol)
Said her last man was a zero
He ain’t had my type of dinero (No)
She ain’t supposed to be here tonight
She a bad thing, little rebel, ayy

[Outro: Tink]
Forty-five on the bezel
Shorty my little rebel
Fuckin’ him like he special
Hit me with the rose petal
I’m the bass, he the treble
AP, gave me a medal
Black card ain’t no debit
Shootin’ out of the barrel


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