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flux got 30 - baddyloop lyrics

we got
we got .30 switches
sixys out the block
we got .30 .30 b*tches
out the block
where g4g at?
we got them trenches
just a couple ounce a glocks
who would’ve thought she could’ve
been the same b*tch twice
i got the back seat at the top
to the back
i got the same old black b*tch
she selling twak
she could’ve hit him like a doctor
but she didn’t
she could’ve f*cked him like a doctor
she had him f*cked up and smoking these joints
she had him claping them weed like nothing
she got it bouncing and bouncing
she clapping that ass
she getting it all for the money
she looks just like here mama
she a brokiest b*tch just like her sister
she got a gun in her mouth real fast
why the heck you keep sending me messages yeah
i got .50 .30 switches b*tches
out the block
.5 .35 yeah
in the crib
i got four b*tches at the park
it’s just a block
who would’ve thought i’d play soccer
who would’ve thought i’d been the man
we’ve got .30 .50 switches
out the block
we got 35 b*tches ready to
suck it up for cash
we go 30 b*tches
up inside the glock
we got b*tches that’s willin to f*ck it
we got b*tches that’s willin to k!ll it
i got the b*tches that’s clapping for money
they tryna get all this money real fast
everybody’ pushing up the’m p’s
everybody want money
everybody from the south
why the f*ck you be acting real bougie
like we don’t nothing now
i could’ve just f*ck the same b*tch up twice
i got the back seat at the top
to the back
i got the same old black b*tch
she selling twak
she could’ve hit him like a doctor
but she didn’t
she didn’t she’s broke and she stupid
she had him f*cked up and smoking these joints
she had him clalpin them weed like nothing
she got it bouncing and bouncing
she clapping that ass
she getting it all for the money
she looks just like here mama
she a brokiest b*tch just like her sister
she got a gun in her mouth real fast
why the heck you keep sending me messages
b*tch
i got sixteen years old b*tch
tryna hit me up on they dm’s
i can not take none of that sh*t
i gotta be solo
i gotta get real one
i need a wife from the south no cap
top of my voice well on top of my voice
i’m tryna beat my own voice that’s right
i’m tryna beat my competition for racks
we’ve got .30 .50 switches
out the block
we got 35 b*tches ready to
suck it up for cash
we go 30 b*tches
up inside the glock
we got b*tches that’s willin to f*ck it
we got b*tches that’s willin to k!ll it

- baddyloop lyrics

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