Bad & Boujee lyrics

[Chorus - Word Play]
That b*tch, thot thot, sucking this di*k like a blow pop
Her body look good in a crop top, all in her walls like knock-knock
Everything on her designer, I ain't seen no b*tch that's finer
Ass coming out of the bottom, her idol is prolly Rihanna
That b*tch is bad and boujee, all of her friends is some groupies
Her thick ass in a two-piece, me and my n*ggas get two each
That b*tch is bad and boujee, all of her friends is some groupies
Her thick ass in a two-piece, me and my n*ggas get two each

[Verse 1 - Tazz]
Cooking up dope on the stove top, whip it, let it rock up
Y'all n*ggas not like us, we hustle, we savage
Bad b*tch never average, hopping on the di*k like bokers to
Switching hoes like flows, hit the booth, they like, "there he goes!"
Killing beats should charge me for murder
Look how I hurt 'em, all black like Bruce Wayne
Staying in my own lane, list come through with chump change
But I stay collect, smoking tree not gonna stress, haaa!
My dog said come through with a zip
Said, "bet", what I'm 'spose to do, be broke like you? Hell naw
Imma shine like Gates' grill, f*ck how a hater feel
I'm gon head and chase a mill, put my n*ggas on for real
Smoking on that GG n*gga got me high as hell
Chasing paper n*gga f*ck a n*gga county jail
What you gon do when I run up on you fool?
Nothing, my team winning n*gga f*ck you!
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[Verse 2 - Word Play]
Yeah yeah yeah! Nah, Word Play gon spaz on this sh*t
All the blue hundreds but I ain't no crip
I work at Five Guy's you know burgers and sh*t
I graduate soon I'm be happy as sh*t
Money gon flow like waterfalls b*tch
Yo friends are ugly like Lilo & Stitch
Throwing that ass and I like how she pitch
I roll up, I roll up, I roll up, I roll up, I'm like a Fruit Roll-Up
Always stay high, and I'm up in her pie, and her boyfriend he gotta just hold up
Go to Health Services, faking a cough, so Word Play can gon and just pour up
She bad and she boujee, she light like the sun, I'll have her come back like a coda
That pressure it got me snoring, this a Honda yeah it's foreign
I'm creezed up y'all look boring, and this one chick she look foreign
And she high jump for Georgia (State), bruh she bad as a motha
Ass poking out like a Tonka, gimme a chance I'll go bonkers
My face is up in her knockers, my kids all over her counter
Her lipstick all over my collar, gimme 2 days imma I'll call her
This creez and this di*k is what got her, la haré cansada
Boy I'm so hot I could solder, OU my alma of mater's (OU!)

[Chorus]