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uh huh - molly brazy lyrics

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[intro]
uh-huh
pooh, you a fool for this one
ayy, turn me up
man, what the f-ck this n-gga on?
what, you got some money? you want a feature?
hold on, i’m in the studio, n-gga (winners circle)

[chorus]
got a bag, i’ma spend it (i’ma spend it)
pop out, matching bags with my b-tches (bags with my b-tches, yeah)
lame b-tches worried ’bout a n-gga (worried ’bout a n-gga)
can’t catch me worried ’bout a n-gga, uh-uh
pop out, matching bags with my b-tches (with my b-tches, yeah)
he got a bag, i’ma spend it (and i’ma spend it)
lame b-tches worried ’bout a n-gga (worried ’bout a n-gga, hah)
can’t catch me worried ’bout a n-gga, uh-uh

[verse 1]
i don’t talk a lot, i’d rather get the guap
hoes on my d-ck, told ’em to l1ck the top
fast money, b-tch, i’m really quick to the guap
cut that n-gga off faster if he f-ck with the guap
rude b-tch, shoot his shot, he need -ssist, that n-gga missed
i don’t f-ck with n-ggas who don’t be up on they sh-t
i don’t f-ck with these b-tches ’cause these hoes ain’t sh-t
put some diamonds on myself, i treat myself like i’m my b-tch
uh-huh, i need my money all hundreds
money lookin’ like i hit the bank and told ’em, “run it”
i might see her n-gga just to make her mad, f-ck it
i ain’t worried ’bout a n-gga, not a ho, nan’ nothin’ (uh-huh)

[chorus]
got a bag, i’ma spend it (i’ma spend it)
pop out, matching bags with my b-tches (bags with my b-tches, yeah)
lame b-tches worried ’bout a n-gga (worried ’bout a n-gga)
can’t catch me worried ’bout a n-gga, uh-uh
pop out, matching bags with my b-tches (with my b-tches, yeah)
he got a bag, i’ma spend it (and i’ma spend it)
lame b-tches worried ’bout a n-gga (worried ’bout a n-gga, hah)
can’t catch me worried ’bout a n-gga, uh-uh

[verse 2]
i’m too pretty to be silly over silly
told that n-gga get the f-ck up off my line, i need millis
put them twenties up, boy, want to see them hundreds
worried ’bout a f-ckboy, that is not what’s up, sis
broke n-gga, that’s the type my mama said don’t f-ck with
real b-tch, i’m the type your n-gga wanna f-ck with
mc brazy ’cause these n-ggas can’t touch this
someone tell these hoes to run up so they can get done quick
drop addy on that, like, “what’s up, b-tch?”
i ain’t p-ssy, you can’t play with me or f-ck with it
tell these hoes to get some goals beyond some dumb sh-t
i be on some bread sh-t, they be on some crumb sh-t (uh-huh)

[chorus]
got a bag, i’ma spend it (i’ma spend it)
pop out, matching bags with my b-tches (bags with my b-tches, yeah)
lame b-tches worried ’bout a n-gga (worried ’bout a n-gga)
can’t catch me worried ’bout a n-gga, uh-uh
pop out, matching bags with my b-tches (with my b-tches, yeah)
he got a bag, i’ma spend it (and i’ma spend it)
lame b-tches worried ’bout a n-gga (worried ’bout a n-gga, hah)
can’t catch me worried ’bout a n-gga, uh-uh

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