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...