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k carbon - jealous ass bitch كلمات أغنية

[chorus]
i got big racks bussin’ out this bag with your mad ass
i’m the baddest b_tch that n_gga ever had, that’s all fake
balenciaga, celine prada tags, pay riches outta racks
i’ma post a picture poppin’ sh_t’cause that’s gon’ keep you mad
jealous ass b_tch (mad)
jealous ass b_tch, you a jealous ass b_tch
jealous ass b_tch, you a jealous ass b_tch
jealous ass b_tch, you a jealous ass b_tch
hoe, jealous ass b_tch

[verse 1]
ice, hitting up, a hundred some shots in suburban trucks
she been talking sh_t but i never heard of her
she say she don’t like me but she lurking too
hold on this outfit alone i’m worrying what you working for
you got inna with me then that’s personal
you ain’t really on sh_t, sweet b_tch
you must think you can’t get hurt or something
b_tch, i might just find out where you work or somеthin’
and pull up to your job, catch you clockin’ in
and beat you out your shirt or somethin’
b_tches mad, b_tchеs p_ssed what they make a year on my wrist
i’m gettin’ ass, gettin’ thick, bet eatin’ calamari and sh_t
drink this dulce to the bottom, i’m countin’ up cash so i’m buyin’
you ain’t havin’, you be floggin’, why you mad instead of talkin’?
[verse 2]
huffin’ the start, poppin’ sh_t and sh_ttin’ on these messy hoes
how you always high as f_ck, but your bank account low?
call me oxford gloss’cause when i’m done i’m finna up the score
summertime to summer’s mine i’m hotter than a bachelore
money on me, i keep spending all this money on me
a n_gga want me, this n_gga on me get him off me
these b_tches jealous cuz i’m pretty
know not to play because i’m with it
said i’m p_ssy strictly d_ckly, i ain’t never been no pygmy
you ain’t gon’ never see me walkin’, i call black trusts to come get me
i don’t race for second place i don’t, b_tch sh_t just don’t fit
and i don’t gotta rap about guns, just know i got em, b_tch don’t tell me
just want me to turn yo ass to a memory

[verse 3]
post a pic without a filter in the wig
make these b_tches mad
never needed surgery
but rich n_ggas be on my ass
can’t even say i’m smoking on my eyes
cause i be smoking kick ass
don’t ever say you got some beef with me
with y’all lil broken hoes
cut from a cloth that i wouldn’t wipe my ass with
bumping that new future getting head from my past tense
told em kiss my ass and got a bag and they be mad
triple of my rent is what i’m making for my bag keep
all them tiny b_tches topping me is when they give me face
i can switch it up so much can rock a natural or a lace
got my name up in they mouth oh yeah they loving how it taste
b_tch we young and getting money and we pulling up with drapes
[verse 4]
she on my phone about a n_gga
guess what, b_tch he here
to get this hoe a life alert
she said she need some help
get your feelings off the ground
you know this n_gga gettin’ around
walk in the room, i’m real loud
but that sh_t’s on smoke bout a pound
b_tches mad, they talkin’ down
me gettin’ money, make hoes frown
all you hoes gotta do is play
f_ck, f_ck, lettin’ off round
you a jealous ass b_tch, that’s for the town
you got some ass, you a little harassed b_tch
i ain’t got no cop or been around

- k carbon

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