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she bad​.​.​.

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lyrics

Raindrop, drip, drop top (drop top)
Smokin' on cookie in the hotbox (cookie)
Fuckin' on your bitch she a thot, thot, thot (thot)
Cookin' up dope in the crockpot (pot)
We came from nothin' to somethin' nigga (hey)
I don't trust nobody grip the trigger (nobody)
Call up the gang, and they come and get you (gang)
Cry me a river, give you a tissue (hey)
My bitch is bad and boujee (bad)
Cookin' up dope with a Uzi (blaow)
My niggas is savage, ruthless (savage)
We got 30's and 100 rounds too (grrah)
My bitch is bad and boujee (bad)
Cookin' up dope with a Uzi (dope)
My niggas is savage, ruthless (hey)
We got 30's and 100 rounds too (glah)

[Quavo:]
Pour a four, I'm droppin' muddy
Outer space, KiD CuDi (drank)
Introduce me to your bitch-ass wifey and we know she sluttin
Broke a brick down, nutty buddy, now that nigga ducking
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 Boobie (run with it)
When I'm on stage show me boobies (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 bitches they fuck and suck dick and they bustin' for Instagram, get your cloud up
Uh, yeah, that way, float on the track like a Segway (go)
Yeah, that way, I used to trap by the subway (trappin')
Yeah, that way, young nigga trap with the AK (rrrah)
Yeah, that way, big dyke ho get it on, Macy Gray (hey)

[Offset:]
Raindrop, drip, drop top (drop top)
Smokin' on cookie in the hotbox (cookie)
Fuckin' on your bitch she a thot, thot, thot (thot)
Cookin' up dope in the crockpot (pot)
We came from nothin' to somethin' nigga (hey)
I don't trust nobody grip the trigger (nobody)
Call up the gang, and they come and get you (gang)
Cry me a river, give you a tissue (hey)
My bitch is bad and boujee (bad)
Cookin' up dope with a Uzi (blaow)
My niggas is savage, ruthless (savage)
We got 30's and 100 rounds too (grrah)
My bitch is bad and boujee (bad)
Cookin' up dope with a Uzi (dope)
My niggas is savage, ruthless (hey)
We got 30's and 100 rounds too (glah)

[Lil Uzi Vert:]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, my bitch she bad to the bone, ay
Wait, these niggas 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 fuck with my crew
Cause the money come all out the roof
Drive the 'Rari, that bitch got no roof (skrt)
Wait, what kind of 'Rari? 458 (damn)
All of these niggas, they hate (they hate)
Try to hide shoot 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, yeah
Go to sleep in a Jacuzzi, yeah
Yeah, wakin' up right to a two piece, yeah
Countin' that paper like loose leaf, yeah
Gettin' that chicken with blue cheese, yeah
Yeah, boy you so fat 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

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released September 6, 2018

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