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backwood brat - hot potato lyrics

[intro]
alright, big backwood in this b+tch
mhm (big backwood in this b+tch, alright, this bout to be the dopest song ever, but i say that every time i come in here!)
ah
is that the police in real life or in the background of the beat? (the beat)
man, f+ck 12
i don’t even smoke that wood no more, they call me the spliff brat (hot b+tch)

[verse]
what the f+ck you roll a .504 for? you’re busking it
i be doing n+ggas like bobby but don’t think i’m just a winner
i ain’t an actor, but i got some kim k type movies (woo)
no, i don’t got onlyfans, i just like watching n+ggas do me
i met my dad at 19, so i ain’t a complete b+st+rd
not like i don’t know him, he just ain’t start raising his laughter
i told that n+gga i had a ‘perc he ran through my crib like a track star
no, this ain’t capping, don’t say that i might be slow ‘cuz the wall cart
i’m from atlanta where the conversations go like—
these n+ggas be like, “hey baby, you feeling me?
i’m feeling on your big b00b” (what the f+ck?)
“let’s go f+ck in the club afterwards, it’s cheaper than getting a hotel room” (uh, i guess?)
“b+tch, imma really do ya right” (that part)
“just lemme put it in your b+tt” (ew, what?) “don’t fart
just bend it over, ahh, let me go hard”
ah! ah! ah! ah! (cut the lights, hit the dark)
if you let me spend the night at your crib, i bet your wallet was empty after
why would you let me over? you was doomed for disaster
i’d rather date a gigolo than a n+gga who gives out free d+ck
i’m not a hoe, but i get freaky than more money you get
you got beat up with your gun on you, is you stupid?
n+gga 7 foot and got opps, he don’t know how to use it
n+gga tried to prove himself, so i told him do it
already knew you was stupid, dumbass n+gga, you ain’t had to prove it
b+tches be bouncin’ from n+gga to n+gga like a hot potato
white girls always want black n+ggas, girl, keep your man, ho
i’m the same b+tch from high school, but stopped being a waiter
ok, lied, i’m not a waiter, just got way more paper
like suga free said “you just a b+tch and need some gas money”
go to the strip club, i bet you could get some ass money
girls in la, be like “hey baby, ummm…”
he pays my rent, but i ain’t a prostitute
hey i need a bbl, or else i can’t talk to you
i’ll suck my n+ggas d+ck for free, but no, i’m not a 304
no, i’m not couch hopping, i’m really just trying to explore
like, b+tch, lemme sell you, you’re a wh0re
[outro]
yeah, b+tch, you got a ho

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