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bally baby & hoodrich keem - racks in her purse lyrics

[intro: bally baby]
(me and boss, we in the kitchen)
(hoodrich)
yeah
og, og (hoodrich keem, yeah, i’m thinkin’ ’bout signin’ that guy)

[chorus: bally baby]
yeah, i’m infatuated with the terps
pour a deuce and pop a perc’ (yeah)
b+tch want me buy her a purse (ayy, what?)
she know i’m juggin’ turkey bags (yeah)
if he first, n+gga, you last
better learn how to sell somethin’
know them demons on his ass
you better get your nails done
in the booth, still jiggin’ ‘bows
hood and i been in that mode
ain’t even gotta beat the work, in the six gettin’ off a load (yeah)
pull up smelly just likе wock’, wock’ mixed with baccarat cologne (okay)
i’m the typе to boss her up (yeah, yeah), you the type to leave the ho

[verse 1: bally baby]
you the type to break her phone, i put racks inside her purse
get [your socket?] out her skirt, i’m tryna show the b+tch a vert
my b+tch got a super soul, she don’t want no [?] (no what?)
she know bad b+tches get loads, she ain’t gotta go to work
racks on me, i ain’t need a visa, all this sh+t came off a scale
i ain’t gotta punch a clock, i ain’t gotta pull a scam (uh+huh)
this b+tch wan’ live in my skin, wan’ get close to me like skins
baby, i’m on everywhere, she know i’m the [?]
[chorus: bally baby]
yeah, i’m infatuated with the terps
pour a deuce and pop a perc’ (yeah)
b+tch want me buy her a purse (ayy, what?)
she know i’m juggin’ turkey bags (yeah)
if he first, n+gga, you last
better learn how to sell somethin’
know them demons on his ass
you better get your nails done (hoodrich, b+tch)
in the booth, still jiggin’ ‘bows
hood and i been in that mode
ain’t even gotta beat the work, in the six gettin’ off a load (yeah)
pull up smelly just like wock’, wock’ mixed with baccarat cologne (yeah)
i’m the type to boss her up (yeah), you the type to leave the ho

[verse 2: noodah05]
’bout her business, got her bag, i think she the one i want (come here)
name tatted on her ass, keep on your clothes, they’ll never know (they won’t)
labels callin’, i can’t sign, ain’t talkin’ [?] (nah)
ain’t n0body give you nothin’, gotta go and get your own (go and get)
lil’ brodie f+cked up in the mind, he need a box
ain’t talkin’ ’bout the one on the back of the glock, but the one control your block, i get it
catch me chillin’ with some fine b+tches who act optimistic
[players beat the road?], it’s terp or die, wasn’t f+ckin’ with that feelin’

[chorus: bally baby]
yeah, i’m infatuated with the terps
pour a deuce and pop a perc’ (yeah)
b+tch want me buy her a purse (ayy, what?)
she know i’m juggin’ turkey bags (yeah)
if he first, n+gga, you last
better learn how to sell somethin’
know them demons on his ass
you better get your nails done
in the booth, still jiggin’ ‘bows
hood and i been in that mode
ain’t even gotta beat the work, in the six gettin’ off a load (yeah)
pull up smelly just like wock’, wock’ mixed with baccarat cologne (yeah)
i’m the type to boss her up (yeah), you the type to leave the ho (hoodrich, b+tch)
[outro]
(dj scream)

- bally baby hoodrich keem lyrics

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