William Singe

William Singe - Bad And Boujee lyrics

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raindrop, droptop

smokin' on cookie in the hotbox

f**kin' on your bitch she a thot, thot



cookin' up dope in the crockpot

we came from nothin' to somthin' brah

i dont trust nobody grip the ah

call up the gang, and they come for ya

my bitch is bad and boujee

cookin' up dope with the Uzi

my hittas savage, ruthless

we got 30's and 100 rounds too

so, my bitch is bad and boujee

cookin' up dope with the Uzi

my hittas savage, ruthless

we got 30's and 100 rounds too



willy will, whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo!

rackings and rackings, got back-ends on back-ends

im ridin' around in a coupe

i take your bitch right from you

bitch im a dog (roof)

beat the hoe walls loose

hop in the frog

i tell that bitch 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 bitch

then i send the bitch 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 bitch she a thot, thot

cookin' up dope in the crockpot

we came from nothin' to somethin' brah

i dont trust nobody grip the ah

call up the gang, and they come for ya

my bitch is bad and boujee

cookin' up dope with the Uzi

my hittas savage, ruthless

we got 30's and 100 rounds too

my bitch is bad and boujee

cookin' up dope with the Uzi

my hittas savage, ruthless

we got 30's and 100 rounds too



dont owe nobody, owe nobody

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 bitch off like an edit

my daddy a G, its genetics

i heard ya new shit, 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 ass was real, when i hit, it bounced back

you aint getting checks, yeah yeah yeah chi chi

i been broke as hell, 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 bitch she a thot, thot

cookin' up dope in the crockpot

we came from nothin' to somethin' brah

i dont trust nobody grip the ah

call up the gang, and they come for ya

my bitch is bad and boujee

cookin' up dope with the Uzi

my hittas savage, ruthless

we got 30's and 100 rounds too

so, my bitch is bad and boujee

cookin' up dope with the Uzi

my hittas savage, ruthless...
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