Fly b*tch (Ft. SHUG) lyrics

[Intro: SHUG]
(Ahem)

[Chorus: SHUG]
I stunt to the rhythm
I drive to the rhythm
I cry 'cause the rhythm, go off to the rhythm
What I gotta do to prove to these b*tches
I march to the rhythm, I was born to get it
Me and my crew just so livid
I'm sh*ttin' and p*ssin' on all of these chickens
sh*ttin' and p*ssin' on all of these chickens
[?]

[Verse 1: SHUG]
Got a bunch of hoes they stay rocking my paper
I pop a bottle on my foes, took a rock and it's major
I'm just a slim, educated, bad Southern little baby
Keep a rope around your shorty
I could pull up and make her
I'm working [?] tight, sophisticated, and tailored
Walk with a girl
Alligator, pop out and spray ya
Stay on [?]
(Thank you)
Ah, oh, can I do it one more time?
[Verse 2: SHUG]
Got a bunch of hoes they stay rocking my paper
I pop a bottle on my foes, took a rock and it's major
I'm just a slim, educated, bad Southern little baby
Keep a rope around your shorty
I could pull up and make her
I'm working [?] tight, sophisticated, and tailored
Walk with a girl
Alligator, pop out and spray ya
Stay on [?]
'Cause I cop a rock and an acre
Fly to Jamaica
I invest and conquer the acre, heiress

[Verse 3: SHUG]
Got a bunch of hoes they stay rocking my paper
I pop a bottle on my foes, took a rock and it's major
I'm just a slim, educated, bad Southern little baby
Keep a rope around your shorty
I could pull up and make her
I'm working [?] tight, sophisticated, and tailored
Walk with a girl
Alligator, pop out and spray ya
Stay on [?]
(Thank you)
Ah, oh, can I do it one more time?
[Verse 4: SHUG]
Got a bunch of hoes they stay rocking my paper
I pop a bottle on my foes, took a rock and it's major
I'm just a slim, educated, bad Southern little baby
Keep a rope around your shorty
I could pull up and make her
I'm working [?] tight, sophisticated, and tailored
Walk with a girl
Alligator, pop out and spray ya
Stay on [?]
'Cause I cop a rock and an acre
Fly to Jamaica
I invest and conquer the acre, heiress

[Chorus: SHUG]
I stunt to the rhythm
I drive to the rhythm
I cry 'cause the rhythm, go off to the rhythm
What I gotta do to prove to these b*tches
I march to the rhythm, I was born to get it
Me and my crew just so livid
I'm sh*ttin' and p*ssin' on all of these chickens
All of these chickens
[?]

[Outro: SHUG]
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Yeah, SOPHIE