lebra jolie – what kinda lyrics
[intro]
(have you ever been to london?)
ayy, yeah (squat made the beat)
don’t you, don’t you hate a ol’
ayy, ol’ save a ho
yeah, ayy
[chorus]
don’t you hate a ol’ trickin’ ass?
talking ’bout he in the kitchen ass
get a bag, n+gga, why you out here with your leachin’ ass?
reachin’ ass n+gga, in my dms tryna eat my ass
freaky ass n+gga, ol’ peewee ass n+gga
ayy, what type of n+gga wear his homeboy sh+t?
in his baby mama crib, ridin’ his baby mama whip
man what type of n+gga tell lies on his d+ck?
always runnin’ to the ‘gram every time he hit a l!ck
[verse 1]
yeah
ninety+five percent of these n+ggas fake rich
the other fivе percent of thesе n+ggas all b+tch
like too $hort said, “b+tches ain’t sh+t”
ooh, fifty n+ggas in the section, pushin’ hoes down
sharin’ bottles, smokin’ hookah, they the hoes now (yeah)
know you p+ssy, i can smell it, pull your clothes down
store runner, fake stepper, he a whole clown (yeah)
what type of n+gga spend the night with his boys?
you a grown ass man, you a dyk+ to your boys
same type of n+gga bookin’ flights with his boys
in the club takin’ pictures, makin’ bad b+tch noise
[chorus]
don’t you hate a ol’ trickin’ ass?
talking ’bout he in the kitchen ass
get a bag, n+gga, why you out here with your leachin’ ass?
reachin’ ass n+gga, in my dms tryna eat my ass
freaky ass n+gga, ol’ peewee ass n+gga
ayy, what type of n+gga wear his homeboy sh+t?
in his baby mama crib, ridin’ his baby mama whip
man what type of n+gga tell lies on his d+ck?
always runnin’ to the ‘gram every time he hit a l!ck
[verse 2]
how you online claimin’ bodies all your n+ggas gettin’ touched?
whole gang outside, still got your chain took
steady snitchin’ on the ‘gram, mad the feds picked you up
at the gas station tryna holla, please, leave me alone
how you dead broke, not a dollar, but got three phones?
tryna figure out why you flexin’ riding in that loan
your hairline ain’t even long, n+gga, keep your hat on (yeah)
what type of n+gga beg a rapper for a pic?
in a section full of b+tches but ain’t tryna f+ck sh+t
you too excited for these n+ggas, even got the same fit
buyin’ watches for your boys but you say you ain’t a trick
[chorus]
don’t you hate a ol’ trickin’ ass?
talking ’bout he in the kitchen ass
get a bag, n+gga, why you out here with your leachin’ ass?
reachin’ ass n+gga, in my dms tryna eat my ass
freaky ass n+gga, ol’ peewee ass n+gga
ayy, what type of n+gga wear his homeboy sh+t?
in his baby mama crib, ridin’ his baby mama whip
man what type of n+gga tell lies on his d+ck?
always runnin’ to the ‘gram every time he hit a l!ck, ayy
[outro]
what type of n+gga wear his homeboy sh+t?
in his, in baby mama crib, ridin’ his baby mama whip
what, what, what type of n+gga tell lies on his d+ck?
always runnin’ to the ‘gram every time he hit a l!ck
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