ADÉLA – Red Bottoms lyrics

 

Cuts like a knife, call me your wife

But it's only on the weekend

Kinda feels like you want me for life

But it's only when I'm leavin'

My worst fear, you'll disappear

After one disagreement

Then I'm grievin', yeah

I'll say how I'm doin' dependin' on who's askin'

I can't talk in feelings, but I can talk in fashion

I'm like my red-bottom soles

You can't wear me out too many times

Too many times

'Cause when the red starts to go

Will you love what's on the other side?

The other side?

Nobody wants dirty shoes

Nobody wants dad issues

Don't wanna feel secondhand

Not when it comes to you

I'm like my red-bottom soles

If I'm not perfect, will you say goodbye?

You say goodbye?

Need to know your love won't go

ADÉLA – KGB Lyrics

 

K-G-Bitch

Staring at a TV screen till I got bloody eyes

Just a lil' European girl, was plotting on my rise

Eighteen, immigrated (Yeah), a star in the making (Yeah)

No, I'm not being cocky, I just worked my whole life

You want a popstar with a big bra for them big hits

I wanna pop off so these big mouths can't say shit

I was, like, eight, working the night shift to learn English

I'm like a spy, I studied this shit, call me the K-G-Bitch

Ca-call me the K-G-Bitch

Ca-call me the K-G-Bitch (Ah)

I'm like a spy, I studied this shit, call me the K-G-Bitch

Ca-call me the K-G-Bitch

Ca-call me the K-G-Bitch (Hahaha)

I'm like a spy, I studied this shit, call me the K-G-Bitch

Lurking on my Instagram, my Twitter, and my TikTok

All my OG haters, yeah, they're swinging from my dick now

Lurking on my Instagram, my Twitter, and my TikTok

ADÉLA – Ain't In LA Lyrics

Back it up, subwoofers in the trunk, and the

Gemstones in the teeth go dumb, and the

Light the cigarette with the propane

Honda Civic doing donuts in the rain

Back it up, subwoofers in the trunk, and the

Gemstones in the teeth go dumb, and the

Light the cigarette with the propane

Honda Civic doing donuts in the rain

She shares a room with her younger brother

Clothes secondhand from her best friend's mother

Cut 'em all up, yeah, she got her own style

Madonna on the wall next to Destiny's Child

And she's all that

'Cause she knows she's beautiful

And she's taught that

Her dreams don't live at home

Maybe tonight

We don't gotta run away

It's all a lie

The baddest bitches ain't in L.A.