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bby kodie - dior 3 lyrics

[verse]
quit texting my phone, i took a nap
boyfriend a b-tch that n-gg- can’t rap
he ain’t racing with me b-tch i overlap
i went bought some gucci then took that sh-t back
don’t even hand me no shoes by mcqueen (no)
i look so great b-tch i look like a king
b-tch i look so great i shine like i’m a gleam
n-gg-s hate me cause i’m not on they team (duh)
switch up the switch up came back on my old sh-t
n-gg-s is mad cause they dated my old b-tch
i look better than you b-tch quit acting like you know sh-t
i saty around b-tches but i’m never on some ho sh-t (b-tch)
n-gg-s never wanna help when you down on some broke sh-t
now a n-gg- rich and they hit me with that broke sh-t
nah b-tch it’s my money and i’m gone on z-ro sh-t
b-tch you better only fix them n-gg-s that you broke with, b-tch
looking in the mirror only thing that keep me focused
with hits only stick like a godd-mn post-it
i just took a selfie and i might have to post it
my car got loud b-tch you shouldn’t have approached it
i speed through the crowd and your boyfriend on slow sh-t
stomp a n-gg- out beat his -ss out his old whip
f-ck all that sh-t beat his -ss in the pit
not a mosh pit ’til a n-gg- get hit
show you the shows when we turn up get lit
throw out the speakers i’m smashing that sh-t
they too cute i’m not smashing that b-tch
i don’t play football please don’t p-ss me that b-tch
shout in the booth quit talking b-tch shut up
keep talking sh-t roll the window down what’s up?
finna go hunt cause i gotta get my bucks up
car full of fruit how a n-gg- finna roll up
and i’m looking for a flood how a n-gg- left his trunks up
b-tch you not from the hood boy you need to put the pole up (duh)
n-gg-s quit talking when you show up
benn on our sh-t you should know us
finna get riches in no rush
y’all n-gg-s lacking what’s the hold up?
these n-gg-s can’t snap like me
these n-gg-s can’t sound like me
his b-tch got lipstick on my white tee
now her boyfriend wanna fight me (dumb-ss)
chilling with his b-tch i just might be
he should’ve never checked like nike
i’m still in the system like it
new foreign running like an iv
caught speeding in a whip no id (d-mn)
i was riding too illegal like ic
n-gg-s still tryna figure out where i be
posted in the tree like ivy
n-gg-s can’t find the address ip
n-gg-s tryna steal the swag, i peeped

- bby kodie lyrics

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