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hoodrat - co cash lyrics

[intro]
(dj kidd, this a hit for sure)

[chorus]
i like my b*tches bougie, but i got a thing for ratchets (i got a thing for ratchet b*tches)
from the trenches, them the type to be that action (gon’ be them ones)
she speak my language, it’s just somethin’ ’bout her accent (like the way she talk)
the type of b*tch that drop that neck without me askin’ (she give me that fire)
i f*ck her from the back and make her wanna split her taxes (cash)
she straight into it with my other b*tches, she a savage (bad)
she got hood rat waves, but lil’ mama still classy (sh*t)
when she miss it, she gon’ let me know by sendin’ me a attachments (oh)

[verse 1]
got a b*tch straight out the north, north, north side of my city (yeah)
thickest to f*ck and she know it, know it, with some perky titties (style)
she don’t care nothin’ ’bout them other hoes, okay, yeah, you get it (okay)
put me on a couple money moves, these b*tches ’bout her business (oh)
she like doin’ hood rat sh*t (yeah) with her hood rat friends (yeah)
hoppin’ out at red lights (woah), shakin’ ass all on her benz (baow, baow, baow)
she say she outside tonight (outside) ’cause her mama got the kid (for sure)
know you look good on your knees (come here), i forgive you for your sins (ha)
got her hair and nails done (yeah), but she still’ll beat a b*tch (oh)
it just me, her, and her friend (yeah), she the type to eat the b*tch (oh)
i ain’t gon’ lie, both of them bad (yeah) it’s kinda hard for me to pick (oh)
from the back, she say, “record” (yeah), “boy, you better not leak this sh*t” (oh)
she got good brain, but suck it like a dum dum (sloppy)
might make me fall in love the way she use her tongue, tongue (top me)
her sh*t so f*ckin’ wet, i felt it through the condom (woo)
a broke boy try to touch it, she like, “n*gga, uh*uh” (no, no, no)
go get you some money
[chorus]
i like my b*tches bougie, but i got a thing for ratchets (i got a thing for ratchet b*tches)
from the trenches, them the type to be that action (gon’ be them ones)
she speak my language, it’s just somethin’ ’bout her accent (like the way she talk)
the type of b*tch that drop that neck without me askin’ (she give me that fire)
i f*ck her from the back and make her wanna split her taxes (cash)
she straight into it with my other b*tches, she a savage (bad)
she got hood rat waves, but lil’ mama still classy (sh*t)
when she miss it, she gon’ let me know by sendin’ me a attachments (oh)

[verse 2]
she from the hood, but got her bachelors, bae, come f*ck with a bachelor (come here)
i can tell, girl, that head sittin’ on your shoulders, it’s spectacular (woo)
she don’t do nothin’ average, she like n*ggas who havin’ stuff (nah)
if they find out she f*ck with me, they’ll quickly turn her status up
she havin’ now, but came from section 8 (so?), i’m like, “me too, i relate” (me too)
we just creep, we don’t do dates (nah), when she eat d*ck, she clean her plate (ugh)
i keep it p, she love that sh*t (oh yeah), her ex was on some sucker sh*t (lame)
f*ck better than my other b*tch (yeah), i’m startin’ to think i love the b*tch (i might)
my ratchet sh*t more funner than my bougie ho (i stamp it)
yeah, lil’ mama bad, but i still treat her like a groupie though (ho)
love the way she rock the mic’, i need to put her in the studio (sh*t)
i still can’t make that b*tch my wife, but she already knew it though
’cause, sh*t, i still (oh)

- co cash lyrics

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