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tg flockaa - baddie lyrics

[intro: rayy balla]
every opp shot, everything dead
ahhh!
she a baddie she movin her hips
left kick, right kick, end with a spin

[chrous: rayy balla]

she a baddie movin her hips
left kick, right kick, end with a spin
speed it up, shake that sh+t
she [?] ima break that b+tch
she tryna run she can’t take this d+ck
off a perc movin slow like the matrix b+tch
hold on, im jackin this b+tch
bad lil b+tch [?]
give me brain in the back of the whip
she too st+rdy she holdin the grip
if we see the opps then she taking the risk
double my cup baby girl yeah im lit
this is wock, we dont sip on tris
im super active do you want a sip?
big knocks, up on my hip
thats the reason i [?] in this b+tch

[verse: rayy balla]
move look you get shot in this b+tch
im super [?] dont care who get hit
notti and lotti all in my spliff
like two dumb n+ggas got poked in they ribs
im not the the type to be cuffin a b+tch but lately im falling in love with this b+tch
three [?], freaky as sh+t
f+ck from the back while she [?]
im [?] i like to f+ck
built like milwaukee girl im all bout my bucks
kenzo like kobe he comin in clutch with the beam on his back run ricky run
oh he done? get turnt into runtz
im on the road bouta go get these funds
bad b+tch, came with a [?]
[?] she pretty as f+ck
love when we f+ck put my d+ck in her gut
ima keep on going she can’t get enough
go soft, then i go rough
then she start blowing me just like a trump
three hours, we done f+cked
[?] im f+cking sh+t up
ima [?] she think im the one
[?] baby im off the drugs
come on, lets have us some fun
dont know her name but i know where she from
like what? she getting drunk
all type emotions just pick what you on
she ask what i smoke, baby girl [?]
if its up just know that its stuck
im not the type to be bluffin for none
if i [?] run
hold on, pass me my cup
she off the perc and she ready as f+ck
im off the drugs and im deady as f+ck
got to many makks ain’t no knucklin up
like bro, up that gun
he try to run better dump that gun
one shot, [?]
f+ck up his figi he coughing out blood
[chorus: rayy balla]

[verse: tg flockaa]

we get active, we get lit
bad lil b+tch she jakin my sh+t
i dont know if im jackin this b+tch
ass fat look good but she still not a ten
im in the v, and im swervin
yall n+ggas mad, and y’all hurtin
had to hop, right in my burkin
and now look where im at can you tell that its workin?
we gettin money, thats for certain
sh+ttin on n+ggas we do this on purpose
bad lil b+tch, i see that she flirtin but i ain’t gonna pay her no mind she ain’t worth it
perky hittin, yeah its workin
[?] f+ckin you good slow motion
eat it up, you be chokin but go on the gram and act like you dont know sh+t
(transcribing…)

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