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migos - bad and boujee كلمات الأغنية

[intro: offset]
you know young rich n-gg-s
you know so we never really had no old money
we got a whole lotta new money though, hah
(if young metro don’t trust you i’m gon’ shoot ya)

[hook: offset]
raindrops, drop tops (drop top)
smokin’ on cookie in the hotbox (cookie)
f-ckin’ on your b-tch she a thot, thot, thot (thot)
cookin’ up dope in the crockpot, (pot)
we came from nothin’ to somethin’ n-gg- (hey)
i don’t trust n-body with the trigger (n-body)
call up the gang, they come and get you (gang)
cry me a river, give you a tissue (hey)
my b-tch is bad and boujee (bad)
cookin’ up dope with an uzi (blaow)
my n-gg-s is savage, ruthless (savage)
we got 30’s and 100 rounds too (grrah)
my b-tch is bad and boujee (bad)
cookin’ up dope with an uzi (dope)
my n-gg-s is savage, ruthless (hey)
we got 30’s and 100 rounds too (glah)
[verse 1: offset]
offset, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah
rackings on rackings, got backends on backends
i’m ridin’ around in a coupe (coupe)
i take your b-tch right from you (you)
b-tch i’m a dog, woof (grrr)
beat the ho walls loose (hey)
hop in the frog, woah (skrt)
i tell that b-tch to come for me (come for me)
i swear these n-gg-s under me (hey)
they hate and the devil keep jumpin’ me (jumpin’ me)
bankrolls on me keep me company (cash)
we did the most, yeah
pull up in ghosts, yeah (woo)
my diamonds a choker (glah)
holdin’ the fire with no holster (blaow)
rick the ruler, diamonds cooler (cooler)
this a rollie not a mueller (hey)
dabbin’ on ’em like the usual (dab)
magic with the brick, do voodoo (magic)
court side with a bad b-tch (b-tch)
then i send the b-tch through uber (go)
i’m young and rich and plus i’m boujee (hey)
i’m not stupid so i keep the uzi (rrrah)
rackings on rackings, got backends on backends
so my money makin’ my back ache
you n-gg-s got a low act’ rate (act’)
we from the nawf, yeah dat way (nawf)
fat cookie blunt in the ash tray (cookie)
two b-tches, just national smash day (smash)
hop in the lamb’, have a drag race (skrt)
i let them birds take a bath bae (brrrrr)

[verse 2: quavo]
pour a four, i’m droppin’ muddy
outer sp-ce, kid cudi (drank)
introduce me your b-tch -ss wifey and we know she sl-ttin
broke a brick down, nutty buddy, now that n-gg- duckin
don’t move too fast i might shoot you (huh?)
draco bad and boujee (draco)
i’m always hangin’ with shooters (brrah)
might be posted somewhere secluded (private)
still be playin’ with pots and pans, call me quavo ratatouille
run with that sack, call me b–bie (run with it)
when i’m on stage show me b–bies (ay)
ice on my neck, i’m the coolest (ice)
how about the suicide with the uzi? (pew-pew-pew)
i pull up, i pull up, i pull up
i hop out with all of the drugs in the cooler (skrt)
i’m cookin’, i’m cookin’, i’m whippin’, i’m whippin’ into a rock up, let it lock up (lock up)
i gave her 10 racks, i told her go shoppin’ and spend it all at the pop up (ten)
these b-tches they f-ck and suck d-ck and they bustin’ for instagram, get your clout up
uh, yeah, dat way, float on the track like a segway (go)
yeah, dat way, i used to trap by the subway (trappin’)
yeah, dat way, young n-gg- trap with the ak (rrrah)
yeah, dat way, big dyk- ho get it on, macy gray (hey)

[verse 3: lil uzi vert]
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, my b-tch she bad to the bone, ay
wait, these n-gg-s watchin’, i swear to god they be my clones
yeah, hey, huh, switchin’ my hoes like my flows (what?)
switchin’ my flows like my clothes (like what?)
keep on shootin’ that gun, don’t reload
oh, oh, now she won’t f-ck with my crew
cause the money come all out the roof
drive the ‘rari, that b-tch got no roof (skrt)
wait, what kind of ‘rari? 458 (d-mn)
all of these n-gg-s, they hate (they hate)
try to hot you through the gate
look, go to the strip club, make it rain (rain)
so much money they use rakes
count 100,000 in your face (in your face)
yeah, they put 300 right in the safe
met her today, oh
she talk to me like she knew me, yah
go to sleep in a jacuzzi, yah
yeah, wakin’ up right to a two piece, yah
countin’ that paper like loose leaf, yah
gettin’ that chicken with blue cheese, yah
yeah, boy you so fake like my collar
you snakin’, i swear to god that be that gucci, ay
and you know we winnin’ (winnin’)
yeah, we is not losin’
try to play your song, it ain’t move me (what?)
saw your girl once now she choose me, yeah

- migos

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