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7-6 - bizzie monroe lyrics

my b-tches is gone off the ack
in the kitchen whippin flippin the crack
bad b-tches and they throwin it back
bad b-tches and they handle the strap
she dip when she flippin her weave
on the pole she gon charge you a fee
you a p-wn she gon get what she need
foreign whip while she duckin the d’s

yea she been duckin them d’s
piano she play with them keys
a house full of bricks where the lease
no hippie she stay with the piece
a bad lil b-tch she came from tennessee
she moved then she switched up her tendencies
now it’s just comas and hennessy
since a lil n-gg- i was on it
call me stevie wonder i do not see no opponents
this is for my b-tches grindin from the night into the mornin
i could turn into the reason why your family started mournin
look
i got 9 bricks wrapped up in tinfoil
don’t come for me if i don’t send for you
i school these n-gg-s not a mentor
you couldn’t copy my swag like 10-4

she fell in love with the fast life
she might pull up if the cash right
her t-tties sit pretty her -ss nice
i met that b-tch in a past life
promise her mama ain’t raise a fool
she got a hammer it ain’t a tool
and if you think that she ain’t the truth
she make you run home now you baby ruth
that sounded different than sh-t that you listen to
sure but her gun unpredictable
my b-tches k!ll over principles
if cl-ss is in session then i am the princ-p-l
i run this sh-t
i can’t use a holster cuz my gun won’t fit
posted on the block with a bad b-tch
whole lot of gang lot of trap sh-t

- bizzie monroe lyrics

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