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abby jasmine - courvoisier lyrics

i like ngas who don’t ask to hit my blunt, yeah (i do)
i like bank roses on the cloths and pound up in trunk
i know hood ngas that will f-ck you up (i know, i know, i know)
b-tch you only took a sip, how you already drunk (b-tch)
i don’t like molly, don’t like no percocets, i’d rather smoke one
my ex think that i’m comin’ back, i told him boy you so dumb
i call you little b-tch, but nga you a whole one (b-tch)
whole one (b-tch)
ho (b-tch)
ho wait (b-tch)

[hook]
give me the courvoisier, b-tch
put it in my cup, b-tch
why you tryna front, b-tch
i be in my bag, yeah
i heard you used to be poppin’, you gonna win, no set
and my ngas keep that ammo like its baghdad

and i feel like dr. phil in my bag bag
you don’t know how to treat women, had a bad dad
i don’t really like these ngas, man i’m mad mad
where this money comin’ in me, i’m like god d-mn

[verse 2]
had to give my sh-t up to a nga who ain’t had his l!cks up
taught a nga how to trap and now he taught his b-tch, yeah
i don’t really get this sh-t, my nga, i’m too lit yeah
gucci on my face and on waist and on his d-ck, yeah
how you tryna play a b-tch, you playin’ like the knicks yeah
she think i’m a lesbian the way she meet my fist, yeah
i can’t stop until i got a house up on my wrist, yeah
i saw you a fool but i would rather pull the lip yeah

[hook]
p-ss, the courvoisier, b-tch
put it in my cup, b-tch
why you tryna front, b-tch
i be in my bag, yeah
i heard you used to be poppin’, you gonna win, no set

and my ngas keep that ammo like its baghdad
and i feel like dr. phil in my bag bag
you don’t know how to treat women, had a bad dad
i don’t really like these ngas, man i’m mad mad

[outro]
(i like ngas who don’t ask to hit my blunt)
(i do)

- abby jasmine lyrics

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