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crystal ash - baddest lyrics

[intro]
yeah, oh, oh
shut up, a.j

[chorus]
i got big racks and my money tall
1024, she get that cash, don’t give f+cks at all
blinded by my wrist of flash
i been on my sh+t, i’m not gon’ stop
wonder why i’m livin’ lavish
probably because i’ve always been the baddest

[post+chorus]
i’ve been on a roll
li’l’ b+tch, if i f+ckin’ want it, i already have it
li’l’ b+tch, i’m always on go
always be runnin’ up checks, b+tch
i’m gettin’ them racks, b+tch
li’l’ b+tch, my wrist been so cold
li’l’ b+tch, i make hundred os and they all in my bank
li’l’ b+tch, i stay with a pole, make that sh+t blow
if you talk down on my name

[verse 1]
you talkin’ sh+t, i’m with my pole, i’m lettin’ it bang
don’t talk to me unless you talkin’ rich (yeah)
i stack my racks and i don’t give a sh+t, shut up your face
yeah, big racks, stack up my money, that sh+t goin’ too high
yeah, big bags, i been had that
little b+tch, i can tell you ain’t got racks (yeah)
i’m’a go fast, b+tch, i’m zoomin’ off (yeah)
i put that water my wrist like a lawn
sleepin’ on me? k!ll you and you gon’ yawn
got a 19 in my pants likе i’m bon
li’l’ b+tch, i stay with a glock 19, it came with a scope
li’l’ b+tch, i’m gon’ knock you off
with my whole tеam, you already know
li’l’ b+tch, i been on top and i count my digits
your b+tch, she hop on my d+ck, she say “ribbit”
i’m on my sh+t, my own swag i invented
they covet my swag so they mo’f+ckin’ bit it (yeah)
all of this sh+t off the top, it ain’t written (whoa)
i make h+lla racks and you just making tidbits
your b+tch in my dms she sendin’ me tit pics
she lovin’ my d+ck, she review it like critics (yeah)
[chorus]
i got big racks and my money tall
1024, she get that cash, don’t give f+cks at all
blinded by my wrist of flash
i been on my sh+t, i’m not gon’ stop
wonder why i’m livin’ lavish
probably because i’ve always been the baddest

[post+chorus]
i’ve been on a roll

[verse 2]
i got all my b+tches whips and they all in my name (yeah)
talk sh+t? you finna get told
they talkin’ down on me but i don’t care what they say (yeah)
talkin’ that tough, so i put ’em in chalk
this sh+t ain’t sweet like a lollipop
that sh+t ain’t me, b+tch, i’m always on top
that sh+t insane, how you broke as a f+ck?
d+mn, and all you b+tches gettin’ no bucks
i just count up all the guap and i run
run up on me and you finna get f+cked
i blast at your face, now you say you need tums
li’l’ b+tch, always nowhere i’m at like a tracker
crystal ashley get the paper like wrappers
run up and you finna blast+ered
don’t give a f+ck or a sh+t, i’m the master
diamonds my wrist they all white like a cracker
run up you finna get owned like a master
taylor version, you get red, you plastered
all too well, money, it’s 10 minutes long
say that i’m broke? then you mo’f+ckin’ wrong
your best song would be the worst in my vault
b+tch, i’m on top, b+tch, i ball like a ball
my bank look like a number i could call up
[chorus]
i got big racks and my money tall
1024, she get that cash, don’t give f+cks at all
blinded by my wrist of flash
i been on my sh+t, i’m not gon’ stop
wonder why i’m livin’ lavish
probably because i’ve always been the baddest

- crystal ash lyrics

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