a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 #

bhad bhabie – get like me lyrics

[intro: nle choppa]
d-mac pop yo sh-t, d-mac pop yo sh-t
d-mn pliz
that n-gg- take

[chorus: bhad bhabie]
b-tch, get you some money
b-tch, get you some money
b-tch, get you some money
hoe, get like me
b-tch, get you some money
b-tch, get you some money
b-tch, get you some money
hoe, get like me
i ain’t never gave a f-ck about a broke b-tch
i ain’t never gave a f-ck about no b-tch
b-tch, get you some money
b-tch, get you some money
b-tch, get you some money
hoe, get like me

[verse 1: bhad bhabie]
i’m gettin’ a lot, k!llin’ your b-tches carotid, gettin’ murdered (murdered)
you be the judge, show me the verdict
i get my money converted
b-tches be running in circles (circles)
feel like i’m running the circuit (circuit)
rake me up for the commercial
bands busting through my birkins (b-tch)
b-tch run up on me, get your sh-t smacked up
f-cked for the pack, get a pack if you mismatched (b-tch)
shooting out the wraith in a pitched black
slick keep aiming at the scope, couldn’t miss that (no)
hoe you just broke get your money up (up)
you ain’t even got a thousand (nope)
selling stacks you need a tummy tuck (eww)
b-tches really out here wildin’ (nasty b-tch)
i got endors-m-nts ready
you’re just a corpse, sit steady (steady)
i’m on the forbes list stuntin’ (stuntin’)
i put the plaques on the wall
i smell the plaque through your jaw
you ain’t got nothing, jumping off (b-tch)

[chorus: bhad bhabie and nle choppa]
b-tch, get you some money
b-tch, get you some money
b-tch, get you some money
hoe, get like me
b-tch, get you some money
b-tch, get you some money
b-tch, get you some money
hoe, get like me
i ain’t never gave a f-ck about a broke b-tch
i ain’t never gave a f-ck about no b-tch
b-tch, get you some money (yeah)
b-tch, get you some money (f-ck the money, nle)
b-tch, get you some money
hoe, get like me (haha)

[verse 2: nle choppa]
get you some money, i’m countin’ up guap (yeah)
lean in my tummy, i sip out the bottle (yeah)
i hopped in the game but you know i’m a problem (yeah)
shoot him in the neck, pop him in the collar (yeah, yeah, yeah)
the route start working, then you know i’m swingin’ b-lls (let’s go)
but i get paid ten bands just to do a show (b-tch, b-tch)
b-tch you know that i’m the man when i step up on the scene
i got a hundred sum’ racks poking out my balmain jeans (racks, cash, yeah)
he wasn’t there when we was down, so he can’t join the team (he can’t join that)
don’t you run up on me crazy ’cause this glock it got a beam (it got a beam)
we do this murder sh-t for real, for my n-gg-s i k!ll
i’d do a hundred years, swear to god i won’t squeal
never change on my gang, never changed for the fame
if i see a b-tch -ss rapper, i’ma take that n-gg- chain
b-tch, gang

[chorus: bhad bhabie and nle choppa]
b-tch, get you some money
b-tch, get you some money
b-tch, get you some money
ho, get like me
b-tch, get you some money
b-tch, get you some money
b-tch, get you some money
hoe, get like me
i ain’t never gave a f-ck about a broke b-tch
i ain’t never gave a f-ck about no b-tch
b-tch, get you some money
b-tch, get you some money
b-tch, get you some money
hoe, get like me

- bhad bhabie lyrics

Random Lyrics

HOT LYRICS