Abella Danger

[Intro: Abella Danger & Dom Vallie]
Hi
You look really familiar
Oh, do I?
Yeah, where I seen you before?
Probably all over Evil Angel, all over Brazzers, all over Jules Jordan, all over the internet

[Chorus: Dom Vallie]
Tell me where my baby at
Fuck around, make it rain on ya
Need me a nymphomaniac
Need my money Saudi Arabia
Little girl tryna play with my heart
Baby, I don't think you wanna play with that
Little girl tryna whip all my cars
Don't make me ask for my Mercedes back

[Verse 1: Dom Vallie]
Make 'em hate me, yeah
But they still hearing me on the radio
Love me not, maybе yeah
Either way, they gon' takе me back
Break her heart, I'll do it again
I'm in the party with two of her friends
Moving it back, she doing her thing
But I love her more when she moving a pack
Two in advance and then I collect
She doing her dance when I give her a check
But she pay me first if we made it from sex
I ain't wearing chains but she wet up my neck
I swear that the brain was the best that I had
I'm in the Range and I maxed out the dash
She act like an angel when she get mad
But Abella Danger back at the pad

[Bridge: Dom Vallie]
Oh my god
I'll change your life, so girl, why not?
She get in the ride and hold on tight
If you riding with me then we'll make it
You can bank it (Yeah)

[Chorus: Dom Vallie]
Tell me where my baby at
Fuck around, make it rain on ya
Need me a nymphomaniac
Need my money Saudi Arabia
Little girl tryna play with my heart
Baby, I don't think you wanna play with that
Little girl tryna whip all my cars
Don't make me ask for my Mercedes back

[Verse 2: BIGBABYGUCCI]
I need a nymphomaniac
I need me a Brainiac
Lil' shorty gave me top on the spot
Pull up, gave me top in the truck
Air-n-B baby got me a loft
Plenty cheese, yeah, I got me a lot
Sipping lean, I done got me a cup
I'm just in the back calling shots like a boss
Pop a perc when a nigga get nervous
I be smoking on that loud, I know you heard me
She be staring at my diamonds, they flirting
I be smoking on runtz like burpee's
I'm a big dog, you a lil' nigga, Curry
Got the killers with me, I ain't gotta worry
I ain't gotta make a call, they lurking
My niggas come and kill you then go to church quick
I'm rich, nigga, can't fuck a dirty bitch
Think it's war, we just pulled up with thirty sticks
Bro sent the beat, know I had to murder it
Bro caught a body, know we had to bury it
In the kitchen cooking niggas and my wrist stirring it
Feds looking, so you know, man, I'm nervous as shit
She be screaming off the dick, think I murdered the bitch
I got a scope on the Glock, man, I'm never gon' miss

[Outro: Dom Vallie]
Oh my god
I got a scope on my .45, yeah
Me and baby, yeah, we gon' slide, uh
Pull up, you never gon' make it
It be danger
Abella Danger