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​bbymutha - bulma lyrics

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[intro]:
mommy you’re so cute! hehe!
say it one more time…
mommy you’re so cute!

[verse 1]:
chase a n-gga, who for what
leave a n-gga, bust a nut
break a n-gga pockets if he guapping – don’t know who to trust
thick as f-ck, i back it up
i’m spazzing, b-tch i’m acting up
i call your baby daddy my lil daddy, hoe you mad, for what?
speaking on my name will get you touched, my pistol love to f-ck
eating ‘bout my cake, i’m tryna get it just to f-ck it up
he only over here cause he say yo’ p-ssy don’t do enough
i pray for your peace when i’m on top of him… i know it’s rough
tats all on my face, my baby l!ck it, he like how i taste
better than a model , i’m a goddess, b-tch i break the bank
you ain’t gotta like me, we ain’t acting like yo’ sh-t don’t stank
i do what you can’t, b-tch you a loser, imma make it crank
spending all your money tryna be like me, i’m me for free
spit all on his d-ck, look in his eyes, yo’ n-gga stuck with me
i told you stupid b-tches not to f-ck with me – i levelled up
know you hate to see me bossing up but i don’t give a f-ck

[hook] (x2):
lipstick, thighs thick, badder than that bulma b-tch
double d, them heavy t-ts, i bend it over, make your rent

[verse 2]:
pay me if you wanna waste my time, i won’t complain as much
hit me when your girlfriend leave, she boring, i just wanna f-ck
you ain’t even gotta see the crib, i’ll f-ck you in the truck
i’m a sl-t forever, you ain’t gang if you can’t make me nut
i don’t beef with b-tches, i prefer my beef with broccoli
but you a f-cking fool if you think imma let you sh-t on me
i’m super duper clean, you in-between, i’m headed to the green
they envy me, my mini me’s be everywhere you wanna be
gold all on my necklace
eat a loser b-tch for breakfast
t-tties bout as big as texas
molly got me acting reckless
i walk in i’m sn-tching wigs and i ain’t gotta break a sweat
i been getting extra paid so i need all of that respect (b-tch)
i don’t got no time to chill, i got a bill, i got a bank
i gotta roll it up, it stank
i gotta level up my rank
tryna run off on you b-tches like my stomach balling up
tryna p-ss these n-ggas off
i’m cran moscato, double cup b-tch!

[hook] (x2):
lipstick, thighs thick, badder than that bulma b-tch
double d, them heavy t-ts, i bend it over, make your rent

[outro]:
-sample-



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