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rizin' up - fuego thots lyrics

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i’m bougie and i’m bad, dip my chicken in the sauce
my boy is a dumb-ss; without me, he’d be lost (gone)
these b-tches that i ball on, get their -sses crossed (swish)
goin’ out on the town, you know my lips are glossed

can’t find pants my size ’cause my -ss is godly (on god)
people takin’ pictures, paparazzi always on me (they on me)
we’re the word around town, punch so hard like muhammad ali (they down)
i’m havin’ a good time, i don’t need no broccoli (you heard me)

trithoterites on the billboard, yeah we risin’ up (we up)
i don’t got [?], dumb b-tch juice in my cup (-slurping noise-)
it got me too lit, i treat ’em like a pup (woof)
my boy is a softie, he always say, “what’s up?”

down the dumb b-tch juice, ’cause my -ss is thirsty (-slurping noise-)
i drank too much, it made us controversy (yikes)
now we scream, “pull up”, soon you’ll say “mercy”
i slap your b-tch, that’s why they call me percy

yeah i love to dress, dripped in urban
i be lookin’ fresh in my bag, birkin
you can see my flesh, i don’t dress suburban
my style is finesse; in my ‘rari, i be curbin’

drip got me soaked, i think i’m drownin’
just got my nails did, so i ain’t frownin’
i got a new whip (zoom), racks don’t need accountin’
catch me in the ‘rari (skrt) ’cause this b-tch ain’t clownin’

don’t get in our way, stay in your lane (skeet)
we’ll run your -ss over, we ain’t givin’ you the fame (no)
your -ss don’t deserve it, we married to the game (amen)
and committed to the trap ’cause we ain’t ’bout lames

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