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classy bitch - lbs kee'vin lyrics

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kilo made this

[chorus: lbs kee’vin]
i like ’em red, fresh out of college
she ain’t [?] she ain’t got no mileage
off white drip, she don’t need no stylist
just got a degree, still work at [?]
classy b*tch but i like her body
bad lil b*tch, she so exotic
scrolling on her ig, she know where to find me
but i’m tryna picture how she ride it
i met her in the club, we the only n*ggas in here giving out dubs
you gotta be a baller, she ain’t giving out hugs
i’m a big dog, baby you ain’t f*cking with a scrub
big crib on the hill, versace on the rug
when i walk up in the building еverybody show me love
corvеtte go “vroom,” make the thot give it up

[verse 1: lbs kee’vin]
i’m so sick and tired of these basic hoes
they don’t know how to f*ck me
but i bet you do, i put you in a [?]
it look like we wrestling
twelve on my ass, i been trapping in different clothes
you go through my messages
why is you scrolling and looking at different hoes?
all them b*tches irrelevant
i got ten bands, i’m tryna f*ck right now
she want love, don’t wanna cuff right now
[?] tell me who wanna fight now
vip in the club, n*gga you won’t pipe down
be quiet, real g’s move in silence
i find that sh*t real ironic
i was ducking bad boys selling narcotics
now i pull up in a x6 big body
n*ggas owe me money, better pay me by friday
i still trap b*tch, what you need? i got it
big bank roll can’t fit in my pocket
i’m the plug, chop a black belt karate
new q8, let’s f*ck in the audi
[?] if it don’t make a profit
them n*ggas that be k!lling sh*t, i keep ’em right beside me
[?]
[verse 2: juicy j]
i like a red b*tch one hundred
boss b*tch who run it
good d*ck, she run it
i play with her mind, got her cumming
she said “when we getting this money?”
in other words she ain’t no dummy
the whip at least a hundred
cash, no lease, you know how she coming
i like ’em bad
i like the type of b*tch come with a bag
not the type that’s just gon’ beg for a bag
[?] but she still got class
running up a sack, [?] like a quarterback
hair down her back, ain’t no telling if it’s [?]
rich n*ggas only type of n*ggas she attract
shorty got a check, that’s a motherf*cking fact
look like heaven when you hit it from the back
(uh, uh, uh, uh, uh)
i ain’t never seen ass bounce like that
she’s the type of b*tch never bounce no check
lips so fat, cat so wet
n*gga gon’ try to wife that off back
send her overseas [?]
[?] and her ass don’t match
[chorus: lbs kee’vin]
i like ’em red, fresh out of college
she ain’t [?] she ain’t got no mileage
off white drip, she don’t need no stylist
just got a degree, still work at [?]
classy b*tch but i like her body
bad lil b*tch, she so exotic
scrolling on her ig, she know where to find me
but i’m tryna picture how she ride it
i met her in the club, we the only n*ggas in here giving out dubs
you gotta be a baller, she ain’t giving out hugs
i’m a big dog, baby you ain’t f*cking with a scrub
big crib on the hill, versace on the rug
when i walk up in the building everybody show me love
corvette go “vroom,” make the thot give it up

- lbs keevin lyrics

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