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rcf - bought ha lyrics

[intro: rcf sosa]
yea -lighter flicks-
yea, yea
yeeeeee!

[hook: rcf sosa]
look at my wrist, i’m dripping swag
i bought the cat, bought that b-tch a jag
i’m not the type for the chitty—chat
i got real gucci and fendi bags
i hit the blunt and it hit me back(woo!)
now that i’m lit again..
i spark the blunt and i’m lit again, my b-tch and i get it in

[verse 1: rcf sosa & slique nique]
i swear that i got the whole block with me, throwing up big six
i got a new car and a new b-tch that’s straight off my wish list
swear i’m a mastodon in the f-cking water and i swear i’m a big
fish
found me a new dime and i could’ve bought ha but i do not buy
b-tches (slique, slique)

[verse 2: slique nique & rcf sosa]
back then i was tryna f-ck, she said “go ahead and get your
racks up”
nowadays, i’m making it and this b-tch just tryna fake kick
back then, she tryna suck my d-ck, but i don’t really want nothing f-ck the sh-t
go ahead and skipped to the next b-tch uh
she better be as right as my next b-tch uh
told her i’m boosie, not gucci, now it’s time to get back to that
she said i’m a whole snack and i told her that i’m a have to agree with that (yea)
i only want you if you have a fat -ss, and t-tties don’t come with
that(yea)
i only want you if you have louis and some gucci to match

[verse 3: rcf sosa]
soaking out the pound for an onion(yea, let’s go)
these n-gg-s sad, no run in(yea)
call 4pint, got the money(yea)
i was off a xan, i’m a dummy, i pull out xans like i drunk em'(woo)
it be no coconut honey, i took that jag out the country,(woof)
i bought that cat, called her country(yea)
i brought lil’ b-tch around the world, and i ate the cat cause i’m hungry -slurps-
i bought that lil’ b-tch some diamonds and pearls, she still gon’ say that she want something(let’s go)
swear to god out when i touch the syrup, if you got some f-cking ‘tussin(yea)
flame up the dope and i might end up close and i swear that i don’t need a liter(woo, woo)
got a white b-tch and i swear she want dunkin (yea)
got a black b-tch and i swear she want hundo’s (sh-t)
didn’t mean to say they were b-tches but f-ck it, i put them in contacts and leave em’ like nothing(brr)
and if you talking the dance, lil’ n-gg- i swear to god you gon get nothing
and if you gon look me up and down, just look at my, look at my

[outro: rcf sosa]
block with me…
big six…

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