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lola monroe - b.b. lyrics

hey yo chef, tell these bangers we the best for real
hey yo gipsy, point out the next b-tch for me to kill
kill ’em all with the d-ld-
f-ck all these p-ss-es, no deal, though
let me introduce moi, see, i’m the coldest b-tch to introduce y’all
to the coldest sh-t y’all into ‘
this big sh-t, we a big deal, this must’ve been how big feel
unstoppable, un-topable, this sh-t a breeze, my writing so tropical
lead them suckers to the hoes, no popsicles
here in davinci gowns and it ain’t coppable

yeah, she tailored up on some bad sh-t
living like oh so f-ck the car sh-t
got that money and know she all in
now you tell me who the boss b-tch

versace pieces come out in the summer
she be getting this bread but now these b-tches want it
they talk about it but she really do it
f-ck that bullsh-t, she be always in the news
if you wanna bullsh-t, yeah, you gotta go
show some courtesy, my n-gg-, yeah, that’s miss monroe
’bout that money, yeah, we ain’t tripping, we make it now
put that on the gang and i band, n-gg-, tailor that

yeah, she tailored up on some bad sh-t
living like oh so f-ck the car sh-t
got that money and know she all in
now you tell me who the boss b-tch

hope you motherf-ckers got your cash up
yeah, it’s very expensive, n-gg-
the conversation, just to get on the phone it’s expensive, n-gg-
yeah, n-gg-, cash

yeah, she tailored up on some bad sh-t
living like oh so f-ck the car sh-t
got that money and know she all in
now you tell me who the boss b-tch

- lola monroe lyrics

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