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young kidz - bad n boujee lyrics

[intro: jerry boii, young rich noah]
this the remix of bad and boujee
ykmg, we got you, king get em

[hook: king jay]
raindrop (drip), drop top (drop top)
smokin’ on cookie in the hotbox (cookie)
playin’ with your ex she a thot, thot (thot)
cookin’ up dope in the crockpot (pot)
we came from nothin’ to somethin’ bro (hey)
i don’t trust n-body grip the trigger (n-body)
call up my friends, and they come and get you (gang)
stop crying me a river, give you a tissue (hey)
bad and boujee (bad)
cookin’ up dope with an uzi (blaow)
my squad is savage, ruthless (savage)
we got 30’s and 100 rounds too (grrah

[verse 1: jerry boii]
talking junk, dem girls, gender racist
facing charges, oh now you on them cases, drinking soup in my coupe, jump out, i roll away, all you can see is my lisence plate, dont be chatting bout them, they will track you down before you say “crisis”
nice, huh, they always like it when, i beat you up, cause thats not hard enough, crying for your life man heat it, im savager than savage, im bringing the roof higher up, but when you look down, you say where my feet at, pray for you
blessings, blessings, blessed! long beach please preach, that why i sticked to my burner like white on rice
im like death
cause n-body alive gonna take me
i’mma do me till the fbi gon’ chase me
buddy, be on the block looking funny and shaky
i’mma take a trip to where ever my money can take me
and im trigga happy waiting for somebody to front
i need to clap something i ain’t shoot anybody in months
there ain’t nothing you can tell me to help you clown
im bout to slam the hammer and nail you down
and i got over a hundred weapons in my gun collection
people call me when they want protection
but everyday i gotta blaze something
cause boys in the hood stay fronting
chill dubs you ain’t got to say nothing

[hook: rich noah]
raindrop (drip), drop top (drop top)
smokin’ on cookie in the hotbox (cookie)
playin’ with your ex she a thot, thot (thot)
cookin’ up dope in the crockpot (pot)
we came from nothin’ to somethin’ bro (hey)
i don’t trust n-body grip the trigger (n-body)
call up my friends, and they come and get you (gang)
stop crying me a river, give you a tissue (hey)
bad and boujee (bad)
cookin’ up dope with an uzi (blaow)
my buddy is savage, ruthless (savage)
we got 30’s and 100 rounds too (grrah

[bridge: jerry boii]
watches gold, buddy just got told
man you so rotten, your old
done with your ways
done with your games talking bout me
im done
done, over done, im done

[verse 2: rich noah]
man, im done, its time to rehe-rs-
talking bout gt, where me team? dream team, leaking from a peak, from me to the potty, she go to the bathroom in my house, then she look at my photos and my bounce, i should take her, then k!ll her, im a teaser, savage, with a baggage, not my fault, you take me, shooting the wild like a rampage, with a person named vacay, so they were taking a vacay, they got rack-aids, too bad you just got schooled. i stepped in the game i blew up quick like rhinos
every shot that i bust at people i land mines
i own acres now all this girls cry
i copped both rovers the range and the car dies
the game schemin’ on me got the kid light on ice
that why i sticked to my burner like white on rice
im like darth vader
eat that junk up
its not alligator, mixing up soup
get me an uber, god dang!
21 books, i love stories (back up)
21 roasts, imma savage (raindrop)

[hook: jerry boii]
raindrop (drip), drop top (drop top)
smokin’ on cookie in the hotbox (cookie)
playin’ with your ex she a thot, thot (thot)
cookin’ up dope in the crockpot (pot)
we came from nothin’ to somethin’ bro (hey)
i don’t trust n-body grip the trigger (n-body)
call up my friends, and they come and get you (gang)
stop crying me a river, give you a tissue (hey)
bad and boujee (bad)
cookin’ up dope with an uzi (blaow)
my buddy is savage, ruthless (savage)
we got 30’s and 100 rounds too (grrah)
bad and boujee (bad)
cookin’ up dope with an uzi (dope)
my friends is savage, ruthless (hey)
we got 30’s and 100 rounds too (glah)

[verse 3: king jay]
boujee, where lil uzi?
he ain’t even cool, im not a fool
i got these people, in a week, dont be frontin’, i ain’t cheap, watch boii with them curry’s, watch noah with the jordan’s, i got kd’s we sneaker head’s, but when migos here im out they with the dope, we leaving, just making money, thats the deal
people trying me i wanna hurl
rack-aids
but everyday i gotta blaze something
why you mad for
mad cause my chain flooded
or because i walk the streets with it like it ain’t nothing
i mess with your team and give it to em how they roast me
turn em over and throw away up in they stomach
and when im finshed i p-ss em off to her eight cousin
every girl i boned i get em tape covered
walk in the stage spot spend about 800
walk in the store buy icee like it ain’t nothing but they eake me.they dont wanna hate me. just cuz im funny
rain on them, show em it is something

[interlude: jerry boii]
bad, bad, bad, bad and boujee
boujee, boujee, boujee
bad and boujee
cookin’ up dope with an uzi
my buddy is savage, ruthless (savage)
we got 30’s and 100 rounds too

[outro: all]
ykmg4ever!

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