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breadwinna gdawg - out my body lyrics

[verse]
jaguar, but i drive it like a nascar
she on go, yeah, she’s a fast car
yellowbone, yeah, she’s a bad broad
i’m like f-ck it, do the dash, boy
up top, hit for ten (ten bands, n-gg-)
don’t lie, need soap, like a washer, we gon’ spin (spin a bend, n-gg-)
i’m still a child, i don’t wanna be your man
you cannot come if you don’t bring a friend (skrrt, skrrt)
drop the top (skrrt, skrrt), in the wind (skrrt, skrrt)
girl, this henny (skrrt, skrrt), not no gin (skrrt, skrrt)
fishtailin’ (skrrt), slidin’ in a fan (skrrt, skrrt)
oh, you tellin’? leave a stain like a pen
i’m smokin’ loud, i can’t hear you, come again?
run it back ’til i bend, run it back, bring it back
jaguar, this not mine, this a smack
tell ho, b-tch, i’m bombin’ with that sack
screamin’, “blatt,” yeah, it’s that
just like an egg, bust his head ’til it crack
off the act’ (off the), throw it back (throw it)
she’s a naughty girl, she’s a nat’
tell ’em cheese, picture that (picture)
i’m gettin’ cheese, they say i’m gettin’ fat
in a ‘lac, in a cadillac
she’s a spoiled b-tch, yeah, she’s a brat
yeah, he a ho (he a snitch), he a cat (p-ssy b-tch)
locked up, sucking d-ck for a snack
hey, batter batter, swing, pitch it back
if you front it, b-tch, i’m running, buck that jack (boy, i’m gone)
now my homie (somethin’ wrong), he a rat (yeah, he a)
loose screw (boom), yeah, he a flat (yeah, he a)
thoroughbred (thorough), you know that’s a fact (that’s a)
i want his head, leave his brains on the mat (f-ck it, bust it down)
home run, after i hit, then i’m gone (b-tch, i’m out)
stop that yappin’, save that rappin’ for your song (just for your song)

[outro]
ayy, tigger
on my youngin
i’m out my body
comin’ on my youngin
but he see i’m out my body, oh
that’s some dope, that’s some dope
smokin’ flakka, but i don’t pour
on your mark, set, go
smokin’ gas, citgo
she givin’ top, i’m like, “woah”
they like stop, there he go
throw that 9, throw that dirty 194
if it smoke, then let it blow
what that is? i think it’s snow
i think it’s kane’s how i sauced him in the throat
what he know? what he know?
man, what he know? man, what he know? (idk)
your baby daddy, yeah, he pour
b-tches fight, they do the most
oh, that’s for sure, oh, that’s for sure
oh, that’s for sure, oh, that’s for sure

- breadwinna gdawg lyrics

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