CORRECTAR LA LETRA
Letra : Boujee b*tches
A-A-Ayy, Slick, turn that beat up
We back at it, yeah
EA
DJ Drama
EA time, 12AM in Atlanta
24 (24)
Yeah, homie, you know what's happenin', okay
Rather be all by myself and not kick it with people
12AM in ATL, the sequel (Yessir, yessir)
Ridin' in the Maybach, we gon' hot box that
Hundreds sit on hundreds, that's a whole lotta racks
I could swoop you up in Cascade, then we drivin' right back
I just popped a Percocet, I got forty minutes max
Yeah, she like when I hit from the back
Then she wanna climb on top of me
Diamonds dance like that
Look like choreography
40 Glock on me, n***a, you ain't robbin' me
Shawty love my jeans, say she want a pic of me
Yeah, she like when I hit from the back
Then she wanna climb on top of me
Diamonds dance like that
Look like choreography
Why you wanna hit me with your problems? (Hit me with your)
We went to the top from the bottom (From the bottom)
Pick a b*t*h out from her style (Yeah, yeah)
Only f**kin' bougie b*t*hes now (Only f**kin' bougie b*t*hes)
Way too much designer in my closet (In my closet)
Used to be that n***a, then you lost it (Yeah)
Pick a b*t*h out from her style (Yeah)
Only f**kin' bougie b*t*hes now (Only f**kin' bougie b*t*hes)
(Okay)
Only f**kin' bougie b*t*hes now (Okay)
If she stuck him (Yeah), I'm gon' stick it in her motherf**kin' mouth (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Turn a bougie b*t*h into a thot, and then I trap her house out
(Trap her house it, trap it, trap it)
We got sticks and we got bricks, I hit it in the couch
(Hit it in the couch)
Yeah, I am Mr. Trap It Out (Yeah), Mr. Count That Money (Money)
Mr. Have a n***a Killed, have him dead by the morning (Fah-fah)
Get the mic with the stand, know that stick just performin' (Wow)
I just f**ked up the whole show, 'cause that bullsh*t, I stay on it (Uh-huh)
Know them bool, hit the condo (Yeah)
Got a b*t*h who gon' suck on me (Bang)
She's a groupie, one night stand that ho and pass her to my homies (Yeah)
Then I send her right back to her n***a, b*t*h, you never lonely (b*t*h, you never)
And you know I keep it on me (Yeah) just in case he wanna trip
(Yeah)
Why you wanna hit me with your problems? (Hit me with your)
We went to the top from the bottom (From the bottom)
Pick a b*t*h out from her style (Yeah, yeah)
Only f**kin' bougie b*t*hes now (Only f**kin' bougie b*t*hes)
Way too much designer in my closet (In my closet)
Used to be that n***a, then you lost it (Yeah)
Pick a b*t*h out from her style (Yeah)
Only f**kin' bougie b*t*hes now (Only f**kin' bougie b*t*hes)
Pick a b*t*h out from her style
Only f**kin' bougie b*t*hes now
Legendary
Like Gangsta Grillz back in '05
ATL type vibes
Gotta live it to know it
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We back at it, yeah
EA
DJ Drama
EA time, 12AM in Atlanta
24 (24)
Yeah, homie, you know what's happenin', okay
Rather be all by myself and not kick it with people
12AM in ATL, the sequel (Yessir, yessir)
Ridin' in the Maybach, we gon' hot box that
Hundreds sit on hundreds, that's a whole lotta racks
I could swoop you up in Cascade, then we drivin' right back
I just popped a Percocet, I got forty minutes max
Yeah, she like when I hit from the back
Then she wanna climb on top of me
Diamonds dance like that
Look like choreography
40 Glock on me, n***a, you ain't robbin' me
Shawty love my jeans, say she want a pic of me
Yeah, she like when I hit from the back
Then she wanna climb on top of me
Diamonds dance like that
Look like choreography
Why you wanna hit me with your problems? (Hit me with your)
We went to the top from the bottom (From the bottom)
Pick a b*t*h out from her style (Yeah, yeah)
Only f**kin' bougie b*t*hes now (Only f**kin' bougie b*t*hes)
Way too much designer in my closet (In my closet)
Used to be that n***a, then you lost it (Yeah)
Pick a b*t*h out from her style (Yeah)
Only f**kin' bougie b*t*hes now (Only f**kin' bougie b*t*hes)
(Okay)
Only f**kin' bougie b*t*hes now (Okay)
If she stuck him (Yeah), I'm gon' stick it in her motherf**kin' mouth (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Turn a bougie b*t*h into a thot, and then I trap her house out
(Trap her house it, trap it, trap it)
We got sticks and we got bricks, I hit it in the couch
(Hit it in the couch)
Yeah, I am Mr. Trap It Out (Yeah), Mr. Count That Money (Money)
Mr. Have a n***a Killed, have him dead by the morning (Fah-fah)
Get the mic with the stand, know that stick just performin' (Wow)
I just f**ked up the whole show, 'cause that bullsh*t, I stay on it (Uh-huh)
Know them bool, hit the condo (Yeah)
Got a b*t*h who gon' suck on me (Bang)
She's a groupie, one night stand that ho and pass her to my homies (Yeah)
Then I send her right back to her n***a, b*t*h, you never lonely (b*t*h, you never)
And you know I keep it on me (Yeah) just in case he wanna trip
(Yeah)
Why you wanna hit me with your problems? (Hit me with your)
We went to the top from the bottom (From the bottom)
Pick a b*t*h out from her style (Yeah, yeah)
Only f**kin' bougie b*t*hes now (Only f**kin' bougie b*t*hes)
Way too much designer in my closet (In my closet)
Used to be that n***a, then you lost it (Yeah)
Pick a b*t*h out from her style (Yeah)
Only f**kin' bougie b*t*hes now (Only f**kin' bougie b*t*hes)
Pick a b*t*h out from her style
Only f**kin' bougie b*t*hes now
Legendary
Like Gangsta Grillz back in '05
ATL type vibes
Gotta live it to know it
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