bibi bourelly - clubhoppers lyrics
[intro]
what’s up bibi? like, what’s good baby?
like, i’m just like, d+mn. i know you still be gettin’ on ig and sh+t, you just ain’t postin’ stories, or, you know what i’m sayin’, or doin’ no, like, regular posts or nothin’
but, still! i’m just, like, is it something i did? like?
[verse 1]
big up my poppa, i’m a real n+gga daughter
b+tch, i’m bout my dollar, sippin’ glittery vodka
glitter clips with the bomber, flowers and choppers
i only f+ck with n+ggas who treat my p+ssy with honor
i got celebrity stalkers, they too rich and too proper
alley+oopin’ on b+tches, lil’ bitty club hoppers
back in twenty+one+three, i’d lock they ass in a locker
this sh+t like beefin’ with snooki, lil’ bitty chihuahuas
b+tch, i bully the bully, make [a putas?] piñatas
pull up with ayanna, c+buck, ki, and shaquanna
lil’ ten+thousand hours, b+tch you still a rookie
so shut the f+ck up b+tch, don’t say nothin’ else to me
[hook]
i’m on eleven, i slap (who the f+ck is shaquanna?)
i’m on eleven, and that’s that (i said what i said)
i’m on eleven, i slap (period)
i’m on eleven, and that’s that
[verse 2: bibi bourelly]
pretty delinquent, don’t write down her lyrics
cynics is crickets, critics is mimics
no one can steal it, it murks ‘em to hear it
i only spit that real sh+t, this sh+t come from the spirit
they think i’m a mystic, this is not a gimmick
vvs on acrylic, these bum b+tches is timid
only kick it wit’ women, and we been ‘bout our bi’ness
we only sliding’ if we slidin’ three percent tinted
[hook]
i’m on eleven, i slap (y’all know a shaquanna?)
i’m on eleven, and that’s that (yeah i said it)
i’m on eleven, i slap (period)
i’m on eleven, and that’s that
[outro]
one some real n+gga sh+t, like, i’ll always have an emotional attachment to you because… your energy. you’re raw, gritty, like. [?], like, transparency, like…
i love all [?] of bibi. i like all trims of bibi. i like the chubby bibi, i love the trim bibi. all of ‘em can get it, but that chubby bibi hit different
chubby bibi hit different, real n+gga sh+t, you know it’s true, like straight up, ahahaha!
and none of these other hoes can do it for me, like f+ck them b+tches, like f+ck them hoes. i don’t give a f+ck how good they look, you know what i’m sayin’
you did it for me and that’s that, and that’s what it is, you know what i’m sayin’
big dot period, no spotty sh+t
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