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ok - traqula lyrics

[verse 1]
yeah, money lost so y’know i had to cop that
attitude, so y’know i had to drop that
bad b*tch so thick, like a walrus
b*tch can’t read, don’t pass the thesaurus
i’m illiterate i really don’t give a sh*t
i don’t give a f*ck, b*tch i’m ignorant
out of town, but my fit new jersey
b*tch don’t kiss me, if you got herpes
i’m a simp, but i’m not gon’ chillin’ at the crib
while i’m munchin’ on a taco
ass so fat, but that waist look flaco
got a lot of cheese, not talkin’ bout nacho, woah
i’m a rich b*tch
bad b*tch all up on my ripstick
blood red, when it comes to the lipstick
goin’ hard, no time for the limp d*ck
that some b*tch sh*t

[chorus x2]
ay, i was broke, then i cop a couple bands, okay
i ain’t even got to flex it on the gram, okay
cute boy, so i gotta couple stans, okay
b*tch i’m hot, so a boy gettin’ tan, okay

[verse 2]
i be, whippin’ my civic
i gotta go get it
i’m flippin’ the switches
i’m f*ckin’ the prettiest women
i be on that, shawty so thick and i give her the chicken
she l!ckin’ and l!ckin’
and i be gettin’ top from a thotty
imma, assh0l*
lookin’ fo’ the cashflow
i never be flippin’, but i’m on the, dancefloor
i never be frontin’ so i’m at the, backdoor
i never be lackin’ b*tch i got the, strap though
[verse 3]
i’m at taco bell, don’t forget the sauce
ballin’ on a budget, blow the mo’f*ckin’ costs
ain’t never took an l, but i prolly took a dub
double stack, cheddar cheese b*tch we don’t run it up
meaning that i’m gettin’ cash, paper, green, faded
whole ‘lotta sh*t, make a b*tch get naked
make a couple gram, tell my mama that i made it
run a bakery with all the f*ckin’ b*tches that be cakin’, like

[chorus x2]
ay, i was broke, then i cop a couple bands, okay
i ain’t even got to flex it on the gram, okay
cute boy, so i gotta couple stans, okay
b*tch i’m hot, so a boy gettin’ tan, okay

- traqula lyrics

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