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cookie money - bad boy lyrics

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[intro]
yeah, yeah, yeah
go, go

[chorus]
i like a good girl, but bad b-tches love me more
i’m a bad boy, never signed to diddy, though
in the hood, sold dope by the liquor store
now i pull up, orange ghost at that liquor store
you gotta put it in my hand, i’m from the bay, b-tch
it’s a real n-gga, i don’t want no fake b-tch
i’m the man in my city, look, ayy, b-tch
you gotta bring this money up and don’t say sh-t

[verse 1]
i like a good girl, but bad b-tches love me more
i done been around the world, i love my city more
i’m from east oakland, baby, where we sell dope
and we gon’ get it out the b-tch if the trap slow
i get this money so fast, i gotta rap slow
rich n-gga, mama said that i’m an -ssh0l-
hundred rounds, knock a n-gga on his -ssh0l-
suckers tellin’, had to learn it from my daddy though
i’m a felon but i gotta keep this forty on me
cookie world piece, i spent about forty on it
i don’t ride stock, i gotta put the forgis on it
i love a glock-27 with a thirty on it
it’s lil cookie in this b-tch, i know you love me, don’t you?
you can f-ck with a boss, girl, i know you want to
n-ggas doin’ what they can, i do what i want to
i’ll blow a couple bands if i really want to

[chorus]
i like a good girl, but bad b-tches love me more
i’m a bad boy, never signed to diddy, though
in the hood, sold dope by the liquor store
now i pull up, orange ghost at that liquor store
you gotta put it in my hand, i’m from the bay, b-tch
it’s a real n-gga, i don’t want no fake b-tch
i’m the man in my city, look, ayy, b-tch
you gotta bring this money up and don’t say sh-t

[verse 2]
you gotta put it in my hand, i’m from the bay, b-tch
call ’em pic-sso, all them n-ggas like to paint sh-t
everybody robbin’, n-ggas tryna take sh-t
and they don’t wanna grind, n-ggas wanna hit l!cks
they kickin’ down doors, tryna get they wrist lit
chasin’ bags but he ran into a sentence
knocked him on his -ss, victim of the system
don’t lose your freedom tryna entertain these b-tches
in the kitchen, i was entertaining chickens
can’t let a f-ck n-gga knock me off my pivot
i had to struggle just to learn how to get it
i lost grams just to learn how to whip it
out of town where i learned how to flip sh-t
i miss grams, had cancer in her kidney
we lost ant, one shot and it k!lled him
first pops then gotti and it k!lled me

[chorus]
i like a good girl, but bad b-tches love me more
i’m a bad boy, never signed to diddy, though
in the hood, sold dope by the liquor store
now i pull up, orange ghost at that liquor store
you gotta put it in my hand, i’m from the bay, b-tch
it’s a real n-gga, i don’t want no fake b-tch
i’m the man in my city, look, ayy, b-tch
you gotta bring this money up and don’t say sh-t



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