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bugatti beez – u guessed it lyrics

[verse 1]
drunk as f-ck doing 68 on the interstate
(stop stop bro, what the f-ck is wrong with you ?)
i’m a grown man i do what i wanna do
uckfay on my away pig latin
with my top dropped it look like my sh-t dancin’
these other rap n-ggas better keep it rap n-gga
you know you can’t f-ck with the kid n-gga chris hanson
b-tch i’m awesome,i’m a boss and i be flossin your girlfriend
keep her close to you, take precaution
i glance at her and turn her kitty kat to a faucet
(let that sink in)
n-ggas talk more than b-tches these days
who can get the p-ssy quicker these days
what the f-ck n-gga, i don’t give a f-ck n-gga, f-ck n-gga
who can turn a dollar to a milli these days!?
i’m a beast -ss n-gga
you don’t want these problems, how are you gone solve em’?
never lackin’, paper stackin’, get a bat can
i’m a batman, who you think you robbin
better give me mysp-ce, what you think you tommin’ ?
tell the piano n-gga to chill
till you bad b-tches doing duck lips
what the f-ck b-tch?
was it gone take for you to give me some bill?
hahaha, you get it?
wrist on fridget, shoes on kick it
kush got my motherf-cking eyes on midget
flow go dumb, but these bars so timid
they be like, “you a lame n-gga
with some fame n-gga, and a chain n-gga”
wait a minute, what the f-ck n-gga?
how’s about i’m a rich n-gga
you a b-tch n-gga with a switch n-gga
keep talking bullets fl1ck and you die
okay, b-tch i’m cool as a bag of ice
your man is eh cause he’s not even half as nice
i drop bomb n-ggas i can be a terrorist
i’m handsome don’t be alarm if we jam your wife
i go h-a-r-d, i am r-a-r-e, i go h-a-m-ster on b-e-a-t
but forreal i’m a dog, i’m a dog
they gone have to call a kennel
pull up in a presidential, looking pretty presidential
n-ggas wanna draw the line, they gone need a better pencil
all the b-tches think i’m fine, get a motherf-ckin’ ticket
i be chillin if we real about it
fly as f-ck, boy i been a pilot
i’m a monster, y’all imposters
gonna make me call them rastas
spill your pasta, boy they love italian!
this is critical that i can k!ll [?]
whip all white, i pull up in a miracle
you can call it what you want but don’t call it subliminal
it’s ironic how me and a goat be looking identical
all my haters like, woah
but haters say sh-t just to say that sh-t bro
“that n-gga probably icey but he ain’t even froze”
“and he got on a jacket but he ain’t even cold”
shut the f-ck up
better watch your b-tch or like chris i’ll tucker
is this what you want?
n-gga you mad cause i do what you can’t
and you more like an ant and i’m more like a tank
you get bank loans, n-gga i loan to banks
if you ain’t talking money i don’t want to talk
if you ain’t getting paper like a mail man
what the h-ll man, my money stretchy as a bungee cord
proud to be the illest and most sk!llest
the realest n-gga, you don’t want no business
the boy a menace
her throat game is master p, no limits
and when it come to racks we don’t know tennis
i’m the best and n-ggas be like “it depends”
most n-ggas blow smoke like hookah pens
swear they got a better chance eating cinnamon
y’all couldn’t hear me?

[hook]
b-tch you guessed it
go fly a motherf-cking kite, n-gga
b-tch you guessed it
yeah i got your b-tch and she naked (opps opps)
b-tch you guessed it
i’m still with my n-ggas, we get reckless
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- bugatti beez lyrics

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