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stupid bitch - dee & chey lyrics

blueface baby, yeah aight

(chorus)
stupid b-tch (bop)
it cost money just to talk to me
you ain’t gon hand it over put yo hands up it’s a robbery
they say i got the sauce so b-tch i’m dripping like i’m watery (uhhh)
my pockets h-lla fat like i just won the lottery
stupid b-tch
it cost money just to talk to me
so if you ain’t gon hand it over put yo hands up it’s a robbery (aw yeah)
they say i got the sauce so b-tch i’m dripping like i’m watery (drip)
my pockets h-lla fat like i just won the lottery

stupid b-tch
it cost money just to talk to me (yeah)
if i don’t see some bands then my ears don’t work properly (nah)
cause ima need the bag and you d-mn sure ain’t stopping me (facts)
a b-tch get in the way then we gon crack her like some pottery
blue face baby on the track better respect this cryppin (only)
you actin outta character yo b-tch might come up missing (d-mn)
this player sh-t ain’t new to me can never make a fool of me (never)
it better be a cuban if you buyin me some jewelry (give it)
i don’t gang bang but i gotta couple crips that’ll pull up with the clicks they gon shoot the hollow tips (shoot)
he said we go together i don’t do relationships
i’ll be a goofy if i let a n-gg- take some of my strips (haha)
i’m on some new sh-t like a virgin getting d-ck
wait new phone who this hoe pay me or get dismissed
these b-tches envy me but they will never f-cking say it (mann)
and i heard she want my spot well bop come and try to take it

stupid b-tch
don’t be stepping on my shoes (move)
ain’t got no religion unless we talkin bout my trues (you already know)
you know i’m rockin louis no offense to jimmy choo
b-tch i’m all about my money ima take it win or lose (god d-mn)
stupid b-tch
right now i need my cash
blue faces everywhere only hunnids in my stash
it’s a problem with my mental i’m addicted to these bands
ima get this sh-t regardless like i’m down to my last
stupid b-tch
why the f-ck you keep on hatin
i showed you what it was so you know that i’m not fakin (why)
the proof is in the pudding when i left your -ss was shakin
now i gotta play it smooth cause i know your -ss be snakin (hahaha)
stupid b-tch
running up the dope we gettin rich
wake up in the morning and my palms already itch (on god)
and if i hurt your feelings better build a f-cking bridge (and a pond)
and unless you say that sh-t to my face it’s not a diss

(blueface)
blueface baby, yeah aight, it cost just to talk to me
dripping sauce like some seasoning
i’m a crip you n-gg-s could never be me
me and my glock always hanging like tt
at the 33 put a n-gg- to sleep sleep
backshots giving her work like riri
keep 2 d-cks so i need me a freak freak
b-tch be asking if i love her like keke
i’m gonna f-ck and all that love you can keep keep (bop)
yeah, aight, b-tch

yeah aight

- dee chey lyrics

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