Woah Vicky – Went Out Bad, Bhabie Lyrics | Lyrics

Y'all worried 'bout me, better get your lick back. You niggas ain't running shit, this chopper make you run a lap. Glock out, running we empty 12. New Rari came with Lambo doors. You not, circle small, like a dot. They like "Ball, is it weed or is it d-money?

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Fuck that other side, pull up in ya hood switch it (21). Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up. On the block wit' niggas big as Shaq but I could still hang on it. Verse 16: Young M. ]. On the beat, me and Herbo, we purgin', the Perky the molly the lean got us slurrin'. They want me dead or somethin'. Ride through the hood and they keep honkin'. Baby boy, no photo, long sleeve, my polo.

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Trap jumpin' (like what, like what? 223 inside the Hellcat (doot-doot). I just might fuck on Brittany (Brittany). But she was really there. Like Snoop Dogg "What's the wiz-zard? And um, and and and. Who y'all think you foolin'? Hopped in the Hellcat, had to put the track in.

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Not lyin', bro, I been fucked this bitch for six racks. All I know, it ain't shit. Big ballin', put the money on the flo' seats. Momma didn't raise no hoe or something. Leave the beat like a hundred degrees. All these bullets 'round me, nigga, I ain't got time to punch you (21). Long as they print money it's gon' keep comin'. 508 all on my side, they gon' ride, they gon' ride. Woah Vicky – Went Out Bad, Bhabie Lyrics | Lyrics. Have fo'nem parked outside your shit. Run around with them pipes like me. It's so ridiculous, ain't shit funny, ain't ticklish. Lay down on your back so you can get up soon. It ain't 'bout paper, I'll talk to you later.

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Bitch we only fuck a track. You ain't a boss, ain't richer than me, you must be delirious (rich). In the city of angels... [Verse 24: Idontknowjeffery]. I get trippy like three six. Lil' nigga said up yo chest talkin' to me, up your speech. We don't talk too much, got D's everywhere (everywhere). Bitch that's me up your street. I don't give a fuck 'bout you, him, them.

Can't change your whole face, I guess you fucked for life (Ha). Shout out to Drake, shout out to Mike WiLL. Fucking on the game. Where I'm droppin' the fire. 'Cause that'd be the night niggas die. If they won't call, I don't gotta yell (yeah).

Whatever the ad minimum was. It's me, ya boy Roy so crispy.

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