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hype - lebra jolie lyrics

[intro]
ooh
ooh
(i love you, vega)

[chorus]
ooh, hype, hype, hype, hype
hype, hype, ooh, hype (ooh)
hype, hype, hype, hype
and if you ain’t spending money, n*gga, i ain’t your type, ’cause i be (spend that sh*t, n*gga)
ooh, hype, hype (yeah), hype, hype (yeah)
hype, hype (yeah), ooh, hype (ooh)
hype, hype, hype, hype
yeah, make that ass move left, right, ayy

[verse 1]
hype me, type me (ooh), looking like wifеy (yeah)
the way i move my hips, i shakе it like i’m from hawaii
girl, you better hype me, record it on the ig (ooh)
post it, make my ex*n*gga write me like a diary (ayy)
i know that he wishing he was still up inside me (ooh)
i’m a bad b*tch, a n*gga cannot deny me (never)
rich*ass b*tch, don’t need a man to provide me (i’m a rich b*tch)
if he ain’t hold it down, that sh*t really don’t surprise me (ayy)
off*white (yeah)
got them titties, them tig ol’ bittes sitting up right (big titties)
booty jiggle, it’s just like jell*o, hoes so tight (ayy)
i’m a baddie, i need a timeout (i need a timeout)
yeah, your was b*tches bad until i brought mine out
[chorus]
ooh, hype, hype, hype, hype (yeah)
hype, hype, ooh, hype
hype, hype, hype, hype
and if you ain’t spending money, n*gga, i ain’t your type, ’cause i be (spend that sh*t, n*gga)
ooh, hype, hype (yeah), hype, hype (yeah)
hype, hype (yeah), ooh, hype (ooh)
hype, hype, hype, hype
yeah, make that ass move left, right, ayy

[verse 2]
hands on your knees, arch that back (get low)
get low, look s*xy, roll that cat (look s*xy)
make him text your phone askin’ where you at (he gon’ text your)
baby, i’m right here where the rich n*ggas at (ayy, ayy)
hype, hype (yeah), hype, hype (yeah)
alexander my feet, balenciaga my bag (drippy)
drippy lil’ b*tch, keep a bum b*tch mad (mad)
cartier wrist, don’t touch, don’t grab (oh lord)
my b*tches pretty like saweetie (ooh)
my b*tches look like jt and riri (yeah)
body on point, booty big and it’s cheeky (cheeky)
get a lil’ liquor, they get nasty and freaky (they get freaky)
“lebra, how you make that ass shake?” they like, “teach me” (ooh, ooh)
keep six feet, quarantine, can’t reach me (can’t reach me)
i can’t find a n*gga who would ever leave me (why?)
’cause if he ain’t stupid, he gon’ keep me (he gon’ keep me), yeah
[chorus]
ooh, hype, hype, hype, hype
hype, hype, ooh, hype
hype, hype, hype, hype
and if you ain’t spending money, n*gga, i ain’t your type, ’cause i be (spend that sh*t, n*gga)
ooh, hype, hype (yeah), hype, hype (yeah)
hype, hype (yeah, blow that sh*t, n*gga), ooh, hype (ooh)
hype, hype, hype, hype
yeah, make that ass move left, right, ayy

[outro]
ooh
ooh
ooh
ooh
ooh

- lebra jolie lyrics

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