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bhad bhabie - from the d to the a lyrics

off top, run a n+gga out his socks
n+ggas talk more than b+tches
n+ggas really be on c+ck though
just f+cked a ho out in france
paint her face like picasso
i iced out my vatos, i’m really up
big ass beemmer, big benz and my bentley next
don’t play around on my phone, ho, gimme s+x
watch on my wrist out of date, but it’s rolex
grizzley up next, i’m up now
strap your bullet vest
five hundred fifty, six hundred hundreds
seven hundred twenties, let’s get straight to it
eight hundred tens, what’s that, eight bands?
hit the store and get some rubber bands
let’s get straight to it
everybody come together, everybody got the plan
he came with you, so if he steal it fall on you, he on your ass
have your mans call his mans, make sure they ain’t movin’ fast
soon as they touch atlanta, get with boat
secure the bag, n+gga
oh that bag secure, that’s on my mama, bro
asian li’l ho, she ride that d+ck, yokohama flow
made that sh+t double, got an uzi, i don’t scuffle
not a banger but that banger in my car like an airbag
n+ggas only aimin’ in the sky, call those air mags
all up in neiman’s, coppin’ sh+t like f+ck a price tag
i’m ballin’, ain’t near a rap n+gga in the game that i’m callin’
if i need help, i’ll dial it by my se+celf
down with the win now i’m getting to it
got deals on the line (pssh!) b+tch you stupid
600 hunnid hundreds, what’s that, 60 bands?
keep adding up now this knot can’t fit in my hand
you cannot relate, i been eating good
you can’t find a plate
talking sh+t off in my comments
but my bank account is straight
somebody tell these hoes to get a life
i’m on my spend whatever sh+t
so i don’t pay attention to the price
like, ten bands, fifty bands got all kind of dough
garage feelin’ haunted ain’t no spirits i just copped a ghost
hair stand up on my arm cause my wrist cold
take my rollie off before the fame make that b+tch fold
sit these hoes pockets just for talking reckless
she a finesse, easy for her to cop a check b+tch
smack her down then it’s over, yeah that neck done
lesson learned, now to tell your friends, i’m not the one
i was 6 figure rich now, i’m 7 up
broke hoe, your record deal worth 11 bucks
you scared while i’m in town
here’s the addy, you should pop up
spend the money like i never lift the peddle up
got popped for blowing gas after court
people tryna violate me so i keep my convo short
i don’t know you hoes, i ain’t tryna hang with ya
i’m just tryn get these bands
ain’t here to play no games wit ya
tats in my skin, racks in my purse
he was talkin’ down, i made his girl put it in reverse
dealing with probation, got no life
and sh+t it could be worse
5 lawyers handling my case, it keep me free to work
my ex bestie leaked my number and my addy sharing info with the courts
tryna partner with my daddy
but i’m still roaming free b+tch when you see me b+tch don’t dap me
or i’ll be running on your heels
you better run it like a track meet

- bhad bhabie lyrics

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