Correction Lyrics B.B.T. by The Cool Kids

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I'm a, I'm a, ooh, look, I'm a
I'm a risk taker, bad b*t*h taker
Chain on her, I'm a bad b*t*h maker
New coat, they wanna find out the maker
Wake up, let's fly to Jamaica
I paid way too much money for this coat to let you f**k it up
Stupid b*t*h, uh, hold up, wait, look
Gave my thousand dollar jacket to my b*t*h when she cold
Rollie for the summer and my b*t*h get her own
Look, give her anything 'cause she stick to the code, uh-huh
If a b*t*h get to tripping, I'ma bop on a ho
Turn the lights off
B*t*h, I don't play fair, this is my ball
I'll put a black ring 'round your eyeball
What you mean she don't answer when you bang line?
Give it here, I bet the b*t*h answer my call
Hеllo?
What you doing?
See, n***a, I told you
I need a band for the game I just sold you
The gamе is to be sold and not to be told, yeah
Uh-huh
A-Town
Uh-huh
Do you wanna take the bus or the plane? Let me know (Let me know)
Do you wanna get a clutch or a chain? Let me know (Let me know)
We could slide to the mall, do your thing, let me know (Let me know)
Baby, when you sick of f**kin' with them lames, let me know

Let me slide in this b*t*h like a finger roll (Slide)
I'm D-A-D, smooth criminal (Dad)
Go B-I-G on a n***a though (Big)
I can't make money with a simple ho (No, sir)
A1, G Perico, we can let it snow
I'm a real temptation, you could let her know (Let her know)
R.I.P. my n***a Nip, it's a marathon (Nip)
For them Crip blue strips, we can get it on (Come on)
I'm the wrong type of n***a that you wanna sh*t on (Wrong type)
I get Rick James when I put this sh*t on (Rick James)
I got real good d**k for a b*t*h to get on (Real good)
In my B-A-G, like my money real long (Ayy)
She so naked, baby, try this on
F**k me, leave, then fly back home
Need RIP, my heart so chrome (Uh-huh)
Be bad for me, I won't do you wrong (Uh-huh)

Do you wanna take the bus or the plane? Let me know
Do you wanna get a clutch or a chain? Let me know
We could slide to the mall, do your thing, let me know
Baby, when you sick of f**kin' with them lames, let me know
Uh-huh, do you wanna take the bus or the plane? Let me know
Do you wanna get a clutch or a chain? Let me know
We could slide to the mall, do your thing, let me know
Baby, when you sick of f**kin' with them lames, let me know (Yeah, uh)
When you sick of f**kin' with them lames, let me know somethin'
Jump in the 'Vette, let's ride around and smoke somethin'
I see the same ho every city that I go (That I go)
From Atlanta back to Figueroa (Figueroa)
I told the b*t*h get the Wagyu, she said she don't like pasta
Okay, it's time for me to stop talkin' (Stop)
An S-Cla** Chevrolet drivin'-a** n***a
When I jump on the plane, I got contraband with me
When I land in the city, I'm breakin' on hookers from the Airbnb
Just movin' and juggin'

Rolls-Royce, Cadillac, Lincoln, and Mercedes-Benz
And if they ain't f**kin' and suckin' too, I ain't paying for none of your friends
Rolls-Royce, Cadillac, Lincoln, and Mercedes-Benz
Ahh

You ain't been a joint, heffer, I made you
Don't get it f**ked up in this game, boo
It's only one player out of us two and it ain't you
Don't get it f**ked up in this game, boo
Been mackin' since sellin' them dimes and dubs
I deserve this back rub
My Glock only seventeen, gotta sneak it in the club
Case I gotta put a bullet in a studio thug
Speak up, b*t*h, stop mumbling
I'll leave you on the corner while these Vogues keep tumbling
B*t*h
Check it
All vapors, that's real big paper
Cla**ic automaker, it's a bad b*t*h taker
Light makeup, lip gloss shining
She kiss me on my neck, look like I had on diamonds
You ain't never heard it spoken like this before
Real macking, I'm a snack you can eat off the floor
No slacking, tell that n***a stop slamming my door
Girl, you gotta stop smacking when you chewing your food
Now make it do what it do, don't do what it ain't
Ayy, you heard what I said? Well, what did I say?
And I'ma do it times two, I know just what I paid
You can't slick a can of oil with a bucket of paint, b*t*h

Uh-huh, do you wanna take the bus or the plane? Let me know
Do you wanna get a clutch or a chain? Let me know
We could slide to the mall, do your thing, let me know
Baby, when you sick of f**kin' with them lames, let me know
Uh-huh, do you wanna take the bus or the plane? Let me know
Do you wanna get a clutch or a chain? Let me know
We could slide to the mall, do your thing, let me know
Baby, when you sick of f**kin' with them lames, let me know

Yeah, n***a, what the f**k going on?
It's Trinidad motherf**kin' James with the check-in, n***a
Yeah, the first n***a drippin' on wax
Huh, yeah, me, n***a, not you
F**k is you talking 'bout?
One time for my n***a Chuck Inglish
Two times for my n***a Mikey Rocks
Shoutout to all the other n***as, shoutout to my n***a G Perico in this motherf**ker
You already know Mad Dad in this b*t*h, n***a
F**k is you talking 'bout?
Tighten up, get your sh*t together, get your money right, take care of your family
F**k is you sayin'?
Keep your car clean, keep your rims clean, n***a
Dad

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