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william singe - bad and boujee lyrics
raindrop, droptop
smokin’ on cookie in the hotbox
f–kin’ on your b-tch she a thot, thot
cookin’ up dope in the crockpot
we came from nothin’ to somthin’ brah
i dont trust n-body grip the ah
call up the gang, and they come for ya
my b-tch is bad and boujee
cookin’ up dope with the uzi
my hittas savage, ruthless
we got 30’s and 100 rounds too
so, my b-tch is bad and boujee
cookin’ up dope with the uzi
my hittas savage, ruthless
we got 30’s and 100 rounds too
w-lly will, whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo!
rackings and rackings, got back-ends on back-ends
im ridin’ around in a coupe
i take your b-tch right from you
b-tch im a dog (roof)
beat the hoe walls loose
hop in the frog
i tell that b-tch to come confort me
swear all these hittas is under me
they hate and the devil keep jumpin’ me
bankrolls on me keep me company
aye, we did the most
pull up in ghosts
my diamonds a choker
holdin’ the fire with no holster
rick the ruler, diamonds cooler
this a rollie, not a muller
dabbin’ on ’em like usual
magic with the brick, do voodoo
courtside with a bad b-tch
then i send the b-tch an uber
young and rich and plus im bougie
tryna make my like a movie
raindrop, droptop
smokin’ on cookie in the hotbox
f–kin’ on your b-tch she a thot, thot
cookin’ up dope in the crockpot
we came from nothin’ to somethin’ brah
i dont trust n-body grip the ah
call up the gang, and they come for ya
my b-tch is bad and boujee
cookin’ up dope with the uzi
my hittas savage, ruthless
we got 30’s and 100 rounds too
my b-tch is bad and boujee
cookin’ up dope with the uzi
my hittas savage, ruthless
we got 30’s and 100 rounds too
dont owe n-body, owe n-body
always on the job, got no hobbies
got the city f–kin’ with me cause im homegrown
vibin’ out more than my phone though
leave me ‘lone, me on my own though
i cut that b-tch off like an edit
my daddy a g, its genetics
i heard ya new sh-t, its pathetic
and your contact should be shredded
took my dogs on a private jet from the public housing
i kept it g, yeah, one thousand
clique star- studded like the paramoumt mountain
last night took a l, but tonight i bounce back
wake up every morning, by the night, i count stacks
knew that -ss was real, when i hit, it bounced back
you aint getting checks, yeah yeah yeah chi chi
i been broke as h-ll, cashed a check and bounced back
d town lax, every week i bounce back
if you a real one, then you know how to bounce back
raindrop, droptop
smokin’ on cookie in the hotbox
f–kin’ on your b-tch she a thot, thot
cookin’ up dope in the crockpot
we came from nothin’ to somethin’ brah
i dont trust n-body grip the ah
call up the gang, and they come for ya
my b-tch is bad and boujee
cookin’ up dope with the uzi
my hittas savage, ruthless
we got 30’s and 100 rounds too
so, my b-tch is bad and boujee
cookin’ up dope with the uzi
my hittas savage, ruthless…
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