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dad bodi - credit card lyrics

uh, n+gga i don’t want yo b+tch
i want yo credit card number, i’m trynna get rich
dad bodi run to ya crib and shoot at ya kids
i’m trynna watch lilo & stitch
my heart is cold as the 6th
blowin tee’s everything, cut out the tongue of a snitch
you don’t smoke fry, you a shrimp (ayy)
my name on everyone’s lips
gave up finessing for (?) but i couldn’t quit
you know i’m at it again
my pockets filled up with lint, this couldn’t be yit
need all the money they print
i’m with debby with the left, just cut to the chase and cut me the check, ayy
money, power, and respect, get that and i’m set
these n+ggas a mess (oh)
these n+ggas be b+tches like they momma house
get off yo ass boy, you sleep on the couch
i’m just here to get the bag and i’m out
dropped out, f+ck a cap and a gown
he talkin’ sh+t imma slap him around
ridin’ around smokin’ gas out the pound
they laughing then, but sh+t, who laughing now?
study my style, trynna master my sound
i wanna house, f+ck a chain
put on n+ggas, these n+ggas
these b+tches going insane
she lost a minus cuz she been giving her brain
i wanna f+ck, it’s a shame, her p+ssy a stain
heard she been f+ckin’ on lames
i make her scream out my name (uh)
hit on the low, never claim
i do not be with 100, it’s me and my n+gga but we walk around like “who want it?”

- dad bodi lyrics

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