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bougie hoes - yfg fatso lyrics

[intro]
yeah, come on (dj bandz, oh, man)
yeah, come on, reapers only, yeah (cicero)
you know how the f*ck we comin’, come on, yeah
they know what we doin’, we spaz out here
they dumbass, come on, yeah, ayy
ayy, look, i been this sh*t for a, for a lil’ second, you know
i done took n*ggas’ spots in this sh*t, yeah
it ain’t really sh*t battlin’ no competition, it’s only me this race for real, come on

[chorus]
bougie b*tch wan’ have chanel, when i’m gon’ buy it for her? (come on, come on)
check my schedule, scratch that sh*t off, i got time for her
you f*ck with the rich, they ain’t gon’ treat you how i treat you, bae (they ain’t gon’ do it)
all them n*ggas b*tches, they in your past, we ain’t got time for ’em (bae, leave your phone)

[verse]
brand new ap on my wrist, i shine for it (i shine)
oh, wait, brand new ap on my wrist, i grind for it (i grind)
i put work in for this sh*t, no sleep, b*tch, i spent time for it (i ain’t get no sleep)
okay, you talkin’ ’bout all these bands, b*tch, i—, come on (come on, come on)
hm, hm, you talkin’ ’bout these bands, b*tch, you gon’ work for this (come on, come on)
huh, huh, you talkin’ ’bout all these hundreds, ho, you gon’ twerk for this (throw that ass)
call the tailor, cut that sh*t off, bae, fix up your skirt for this
this lil’ ho way too thick, i need a perc’ for this (i need a perc’ to f*ck)
we cut up n*ggas quick, we on some surgeon sh*t
bulletproof the black truck, gta style, this an insurgent whip (frr, frr)
hand in hand, they higher when they walk in, that’s how my sirs’ll get (that’s how my man)
burned my mans, bet i won’t f*ck her again, she made me learn some sh*t (made me learn)
bands, bands, bands, bands on bands, okay, i done burned that sh*t (burned it all)
you want me drivin’ the v, you could leave it on me, but just know i’ma swerve this b*tch (just know i’ma swerve)
we finna jump out on three, hit his ass with the glee, but just make sure you burn that b*tch (just make sure you k!ll him)
ayy, there go the jakes, dee tellin’ me keep it pushin’ while on some nervous sh*t
guns on guns, i’m twistin’, this drac’ got a hum, we ready to purge some sh*t (we ready to purge)
crib f*cked up and he was tryna feed his moms, he waitin’ on the third to hit (we waitin’ on the third)
fifteen plus and the young n*gga get him a hat, so he out tryna murder some sh*t (he out tryna k!ll on feet)
the opps done lost they love, lil’ bro creep up, he ain’t on no burglar sh*t
fah, fah, fah, fah, fah, that’s what your words’ll get (come on, come on)
fah, fah, fah, fah, fah, that’s how we murder the b*tch (come on, come on)
ayy, sirens comin’, grab the drac’, lil dee, i’m finna turn this b*tch
i been had rank, they can’t take that from me, b*tch, you gotta learn this sh*t (you gotta learn)
fah, fah, fah, fah, fah, that’s what your words’ll get (come on, come on)
fah, fah, fah, fah, fah, that’s how we murder the b*tch (come on, come on)
ayy, sirens comin’, grab the drac’, lil dee, i’m finna turn this b*tch
i been had rank, they can’t take that from me, b*tch, you gotta learn this sh*t (you gotta learn)
[chorus]
bougie b*tch wan’ have chanel, when i’m gon’ buy it for her? (yeah, i’m gon’ buy)
check my schedule, scratch that sh*t off, i got time for her (yeah, i got time, bae)
you f*ck with the rich, they ain’t gon’ treat you how i treat you, bae (i ain’t gon’ do it)
all them n*ggas b*tches, they in your past, we ain’t got time for ’em (we ain’t got time)
bougie b*tch wan’ have chanel, when i’m gon’ buy it for her? (yeah, i’m gon’ buy)
check my schedule, scratch that sh*t off, i got time for her (yeah, i got time)
you f*ck with the rich, they ain’t gon’ treat you how i treat you, bae (i ain’t gon’ do it)
all them n*ggas b*tches, they in your past, we ain’t got time for ’em (we ain’t got time)

- yfg fatso lyrics

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