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Lil Rico got that sauce

Issa bad b*t*h party, you cannot get in
I can take ya man, pa** 'em to my friends
I can't shake ya hand, no I'm not your friend
I don't f**k with b*t*hes, I just want some bandz B*T*H!

B*t*hes only turn up with they friends, I can't make this sh*t up, I cannot pretend, B*T*H!
And I heard you flexing with his bandz, I know they not yours so don't be acting like they is
So if you got them racks, pu**y n***a give me half then
Lemme see them f**king pounds you bringing in
Every time you come around you yelling "Gas in"
But you ain't really getting money your grams go for ten, B*T*H

You don't want to hear that BANG BANG BANG B*T*H!
For I sneak up on you with that (BLADADADADA BOOOOW!)

Riding with two b*t*hes smoking Dodie
If a pu**y b*t*h want to beef talk to Goldie, B*T*H!

Bumping into a n***a I met before the glo'
Always flexing with some bands but he ain't got no dough
N***as really broke, all that lil sh*t for show
Told that n***a I don't want his a**, b*t*hes slow

You said you plugged in with them pounds I know you lying
Ain't putting no money in my hands, don't waste my time
You can't distract me lil b*t*h I'm on my grind
We don't need no broke n***as yeah b*t*h we fine, B*T*H!

Issa bad b*t*h party, you cannot get in
I can take ya man, pa** 'em to my friends
I can't shake ya hand, no I'm not your friend
I don't f**k with b*t*hes, I just want some bandz B*T*H!

B*t*hes only turn up with they friends, I can't make this sh*t up, I cannot pretend, B*T*H!
And I heard you flexing with his bandz, I know they not yours so don't be acting like they is
So if you got them racks, pu**y n***a give me half then
Lemme see them f**king pounds you bringing in
Every time you come around you yelling "Gas in"
But you ain't really getting money your grams go for ten, B*T*H

They be like why (??) your only feature
Cause we don't like b*t*hes, they all some clit eaters
Dissing us for clout, call that b*t*h feeder
All you had to do was ask for a f**king feature, B*T*H!

Broke a** b*t*hes not allowed in the coop, f**k wrong with you? Get that cash or get the boot
Finessing all these n***as, they be handing me them blues
Run them bands up that's a boss b*t*h do, B*T*H!

B*T*H I'M FINNA BANG!
B*t*hes really lame
Next time you diss b*t*h you better say our name
Sending everything, b*t*h ain' got no lane
B*t*hes copy everything I got to my name, B*T*H!

Issa bad b*t*h party, you cannot get in
I can take ya man, pa** 'em to my friends
I can't shake ya hand, no I'm not your friend
I don't f**k with b*t*hes, I just want some bandz B*T*H!

B*t*hes only turn up with they friends, I can't make this sh*t up, I cannot pretend, B*T*H!
And I heard you flexing with his bandz, I know they not yours so don't be acting like they is
So if you got them racks, pu**y n***a give me half then
Lemme see them f**king pounds you bringing in
Every time you come around you yelling "Gas in"
But you ain't really getting money your grams go for ten, B*T*H

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