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bby kodie - satisfaction lyrics

[verse]
(haha yeah, yeah)
i’m not satisfied i don’t stop
i need too much d-mn guap
still f-cking on your thot
i threw two million off a yacht
feel like jordan bell when i shot
i’m on a roll finna pop-and-lock
fell like huey momma let it drop
this n-gg- getting moody talking ’bout is thot
he better move before he get popped
i’m finna send this n-gg- to the doc
313’s no socks
f-ck the free world b-tch i’m hot
that’s a freak girl it’s your thot
[?] what’s a cop?
i’m like grease popping out the pot
she like eats right from the top
count up yeast and i won’t stop
n-gg-s just mad cause i’m counting up
yeah it’s your block that i’m pounding up
you take this little $100 and round it up
they see a little money then sign ’em up
these n-gg-s be signing for bullsh-t
i walk in there like with a full clip
and i’m not even rapping that hood sh-t
my time is a fee, how much it’s gonna be?
i hop in the booth and i chop up the beat
the n-gg-s not me cause they cappin’, 1p
these n-gg-s not street cause they cap on a beat
you making me laugh like capital c
it’s karma, he sensitive, he ain’t laughing at me
they laughing at you cause you claiming the streets
you gon’ get your -ss beat tryna bang on them streets
you goofy you geek, you act like you street
you talk to the police, lie through your teeth
you goofy to me, get put on a tee
b-tch i ain’t gon’ save you don’t handout to me
$500 a beat $3000 a feat
the f-ck i look like boy you thought it was cheap
b-tch i don’t make jazz i’m not pistol pete
b-tch i’m on your -ss you thought it was sweet

- bby kodie lyrics

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