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Uh Uh (Ddot cold as a motherfucker out there) Bad bitch getter (whoosh) Real rich nigga (ooh) Hellcat whipper (mm) Certified dripper Exotic bitch she come from overseas, I'm sexin' her I bag a real, I'm in my bag, I'm pickin' cash up A nigga play, I'm shootin' a movie just like Pamela And if she stay down with me, we might cherish her I'm whackin' her Bitch get out of line, you know I'm smackin' her She know I ain't toleratin' all that actin' up Can't do nothin' but pray, I'm losin' faith when it come to love Young nigga, I stay down, I'm gettin' big bucks Rich nigga changed up, now he gettin' stuck Got a bag put up, main bitch tough And you can't name nobody in the city that came and bitched us And you can't name none nigga that ever dissed us And now we tryna play it cool, but, it still don't fix nothin' I'm goin' to school, breakin' the rules with that stick tucked I play it cool, but can't believe these niggas bitched up, these niggas bitched up Rich nigga, niggas transgenders, can't deal with 'em Remember chasin' five figures, now I got six figures Real member, really pulled triggers, really killed niggas Askin' for some money, so, I gave it, certified giver We been pushin' P before it dropped, nigga, this real pimpin' Rather get caught with it than without, but, this ain't Scottie Pippen Off a lot of syrup, but, this a whole lot of drug dealin' Doin' bad to make it right, they tryna turn me to a villain Bad bitch getter (whoosh) Real rich nigga (ooh) Hellcat whipper (mm) Certified dripper Exotic bitch she come from overseas, I'm sexin' her Bag a real, I'm in my bag, I'm pickin' cash up A nigga play, I'm shootin' a movie just like Pamela And if she stay down with me, we might cherish her Get yo' carats up, nigga And where I grew is rough, be realer Diamond in the rough, but, now you know my diamonds bust Section 8, project baby, I grew up fuckin' sluts I never paid attention to the hate, I'm out the nun I'm steady chasin' coins, run it up, no temper run Bitch, you gon' get these ones, pussy ho, you gotta shake it Make it snow, weatherman, you gon' have to rake it Al-all these diamonds right down on my arm, she gon' come through naked Servin' what I put up on my charm, they gon' have to rate it Sever Superbowl rings on like I'm Tom Brady Know she gotta keep a thong on if she gon' be my lady I be tryna put that tongue on her, but she actin' crazy Had to go and rent a lawnmower like she Beyoncé Say that I can hit it if I bring her home a B.O.A Havin' double digits but replacin' big ol' 308s
Writer(s): Demario White, Delanious Leon Jr Ward, Jalen Foster Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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