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Yung and Bhad (feat. City Girls) - song lyrics

P-P-Pull up in that wraith, and make these bitches pledge allegiance
Flood my necklace, so much ice, my heart done turned into a freezer
Count up them racks
(Count up them racks)
Run up a sack
(Run up a sack)
Follow the drip, and then we'll talk
Pull up in the Lyft, and empty the clip

Young and bad
All my bitches young and bad (Young and bad)
Young and bad
All my bitches young and bad (All my bitches young and bad)
Young and bad
All my bitches young and bad (Young and bad)
Young and bad
All my bitches young and bad (All my bitches young and bad)

Young and bad, young and rich
Banana clips on the stick
Pull up and pop at your bitch (Pop at your bitch)
Been in this shit for a minute (for a minute)
I shoot the clip like a lemon (like a lemon)
I treat these bitches like bitches
Ready for war, we gon' air this bitch out in a minute
Iced out, bitch try to ride my wave, get wiped out (Wiped out, hoe!)
Pi-pipe down, come through, shut it down right now (Right now, bitch)
Whole lotta bad bitches
Fashion Nova bad bitches (Fuck 'em)
What you gon' do to them hoes? Same thing we did to them last bitches
Pu-pu-pull off the lot (Pull off the lot)
I drop the top (I drop the top)
Pop at an opp
Fuck it, I'll pop at a cop (Bitch!)
Bitch don't want these problems
Cold case, nobody solved it, no way
Keep the revolver, beggin' bitch, I'm ballin'
I'm at the top, I don't plan on fallin'

P-P-Pull up in that wraith, and make these bitches pledge allegiance
Flood my necklace, so much ice, my heart done turned into a freezer
Count up them racks
(Count up them racks)
Run up a sack
(Run up a sack)
Follow the drip, and then we'll talk
Pull up in the Lyft, and empty the clip

Young and bad
All my bitches young and bad (Young and bad)
Young and bad
All my bitches young and bad (All my bitches young and bad)
Young and bad
All my bitches young and bad (Young and bad)
Young and bad
All my bitches young and bad (All my bitches young and bad)

City girls got these hoes shook like a soda (Explode)
Now I drive a Porsche, bitch, you drive a Toyota (Yeah)
Used to have to make the money stretch like yoga (Facts)
I told y'all hoes once I get rich, it's over
B-B-Bad bitch, come get your nigga and your wig snatched
He cut the cheque already, come and get your gig back
I-I'll slap yo' ass, I swear to God, won't get your lick back
I'm in the whip, faster than a ride at Six Flags (Period)

Y-Young and bad
We can't talk unless that cheque cut (Nah)
Just signed a deal under a year, gotta respect us
Pur-Purse YSL, shoes Chanel, bitch, I'm living well (Facts)
It's a blessing that we made it, 'cause we been through hell
D-Don't need your section because we got our own shit, bitch (Bitch)
Don't buy me drinks 'cause we got our own lick, bitch (Bitch)
We feel like flexing tonight, we 'bout go crazy (Crazy)
It's Yung Miami and J.T. fuckin' with Bhad Bhabie
Period

P-P-Pull up in that wraith, and make these bitches pledge allegiance
Flood my necklace, so much ice, my heart done turned into a freezer
Count up them racks
(Count up them racks)
Run up a sack
(Run up a sack)
Follow the drip, and then we'll talk
Pull up in the Lyft, and empty the clip

Young and bad
All my bitches young and bad (Young and bad)
Young and bad
All my bitches young and bad (All my bitches young and bad)
Young and bad
All my bitches young and bad (Young and bad)
Young and bad
All my bitches young and bad (All my bitches young and bad)

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@Leonard

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I'm from Libby City (across the bridge) Nah, bitch, I ain't from South Beach, I raised me Bitch, my mama was in the streets (yeah), no co-d (no) I ain't no rat, I'on know a thing, my homie (Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up) still had to eat off that scamming thing I know some niggas toting .40's like they ID's I know some bitches getting purses off her ID's I got my city on lock and the master key Pussy so good, make him say "Uh", this that Master P Gun sling, you know we raised on the concrete I know one thing, we from the trenches, not the palm street (yeah) Codeine, I'm sipping lean for the protein Ain't no co-defendant, slide on them blocks by my lonely (yeah, yeah, yeah) Gun sling, you know we raised on the concrete I know one thing, we from the trenches, not the palm street (yeah) Codeine, I'm sipping lean for the protein Ain't no co-defendant, slide on them blocks by my lonely (yeah, yeah, yeah) Uh, I'm from Opa-Locka, home of the choppers City Girls, Summer, JT, that's my partner (city) I'm a day bitch, Brown Subs to the Scotts (period) Lil' pretty bitch, but them killers from the lots will slide for me (du, du, du) I got some bitches and some niggas that'll bust for me (boo, boo, boo) So don't fuck with me Y'all bum niggas, caught me lacking, hit the wagon up Now the hood looking for 'em 'bout to body bag 'em up (my niggas) Gun sling, you know we raised on the concrete I know one thing, we from the trenches, not the palm street (yeah) Codeine, I'm sipping lean for the protein Ain't no co-defendant, slide on them blocks by my lonely (yeah, yeah, yeah) Gun sling, you know we raised on the concrete I know one thing, we from the trenches, not the palm street (yeah) Codeine, I'm sipping lean for the protein Ain't no co-defendant, slide on them blocks by my lonely (yeah, yeah, yeah) Man, I came up from the bottom, that's why I'm talking cash shit Man, I went in my mama purse and I had got my ass kicked Let a nigga see his kids, you going out like a sad bitch You look better than your kids, and you got your ass did I don't be telling them niggas I love they ass no more 'cause I don't force it (no) I just put the label check inside the streets, so go and avoid it Ever since I call myself the voice, I'm starting to hear some voices And they told you ass to tell, and you did, you had a choice Gun sling, you know we raised on the concrete I know one thing, we from the trenches, not the palm street (yeah) Codeine, I'm sipping lean for the protein Ain't no co-defendant, slide on them blocks by my lonely (yeah, yeah, yeah) I tilt my hats to real niggas who been real with it I know you love the streets to death, just don't be killed in it I brought the Crush, not for no drank, I put my pills in it Can't nobody tell us shit, you gotta deal with it Gun sling

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Pretty Girls Cry (feat. Brandon... - Yung Bleu

@Selina

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I'm tired of makin' pretty girls cry I'm sick of makin' pretty girls cry Ooh, I can see it in your eyes Your heart ain't meant to break, girl, it's a prize And every time we link, girl, it's a vibe But pretty girls cry I'm tired of makin' pretty girls cry I'm sick of makin' pretty girls cry Ooh, I can see it in your eyes Your heart ain't meant to break, girl, it's a prize And every time we link, girl, it's a vibe But pretty girls cry Had a bitch out in LA Thought she was too fine to get played, you must don't know my ways Really think you gon' get saved like I'm your only man But I just subscribed to her OnlyFans I wanna see, ooh What you don't show the world, show it to me, yeah (show it to me) We can go shoppin' 'til you get bored with me And you know I got a reputation Left her in the hotel room, now that's a sticky situation But I'm tired of makin' pretty girls cry But I can make a city girl cry Why would you tell me lies, sayin' you love me Say she gon' ride for me That ain't enough, that ain't enough I'm tired of makin' pretty girls cry I'm sick of makin' pretty girls cry Ooh, I can see it in your eyes Your heart ain't meant to break, girl, it's a prize And every time we link, girl, it's a vibe But pretty girls cry I'm tired of makin' pretty girls cry I'm sick of makin' pretty girls cry Ooh, I can see it in your eyes Your heart ain't meant to break, girl, it's a prize And every time we link, girl, it's a vibe Pretty girls cry Okay, I thought I found true love, but I'm still searchin' I thought this lil' bitch here was perfect And I had gave you my whole heart, but you wasn't worth it All the jewelry and the purses You're the reason I can't trust no more You're the reason I got all of these hoes I pull up on her, give her dick, and then I'm ghost Can't show no love from me unless it's through a song, yeah I'm tired of makin' pretty girls cry I'm sick of makin' pretty girls cry Ooh, I can see it in your eyes Your heart ain't meant to break, girl, it's a prize And every time we link, girl, it's a vibe But pretty girls cry I'm tired of makin' pretty girls cry I'm sick of makin' pretty girls cry Ooh, I can see it in your eyes Your heart ain't meant to break, girl, it's a prize And every time we link, girl, it's a vibe Pretty girls cry Had a bitch in MIA Girl, you just too fine to be gay, you need to swing my way Really think you gon' get saved like I'm your only man And she give that pussy to me on demand I wanna see (I wanna see) What you don't show the world, show it to me Beat on that kitty 'til you get bored with me And you know I got a reputation And I'm tired of fuckin' up her foundation And that big ol' ass, you got the ground shakin' And that sexy face, and ooh, she biracial When she back it up, she got it vibratin' That nigga broke, he need a citation I ain't gon' lie, I'm tired of makin' pretty girls cry I'm tired of makin' pretty girls cry I'm sick of makin' pretty girls cry Ooh, I can see it in your eyes Your heart ain't meant to break, girl, it's a prize And every time we link, girl, it's a vibe But pretty girls cry I'm tired of makin' pretty girls cry I'm sick of makin' pretty girls cry Ooh, I can see it in your eyes Your heart ain't meant to break, girl, it's a prize And every time we link, girl, it's a vibe Pretty girls cry

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I Got It - Bhad Bhabie

@Hugo

2,394

SMOKESCREEN It's really no flex, I got it (I got it) Six figure checks, I got it (I got it) These hoes act so psychotic Like they don't know I got it (Whats wrong with you?) 50K cash, I got it (I got it) Two-hundred on my dash, I got it (I got it, bitch) The game on smash, I got it My hoes won't last, I got it They wanna flex for the clout (Yuh) Same one that's counting me out (Yuh) You bitches just running yo' mouth But that ain't what I'm about (Yah) I'm running up commas in place Still stomp a bitch out in my J's They took me out of the streets But I'm still stuck in my ways Why would I care what you thots would say? You hoes look like somebody smashed your face So see my face, I ain't got no cake They showing fake, let them mask the hate Still stuck on me like some masking tape I'm fresh to death like I passed away Can't stop my hustle, don't have no brakes I'm already winning, don't have to race Talk tough, but won't do shit I picked up like "Who this?" They talk down, but so what I'm bossed up, I'm so lit I ain't got friends, I got groupies Around me for clout, you don't fool me (You hoe) I've been with this shit, you a newbie Out with the old, it's a new me It's really no flex, I got it (I got it) Six figure checks, I got it (I got it) These hoes act so psychotic Like they don't know I got it (Whats wrong with you?) 50K cash, I got it (I got it) Two-hundred on my dash, I got it (I got it, bitch) The game on smash, I got it My hoes won't last, I got it Got It (Got it, bitch) Got It (I got it, hoe) I got it Got it (Yuh) Got it I got it When I get on the road, I need bigger pay (Yuh) I smell the money from miles away (Yuh) I don't own wallets, don't need a safe They know me by first name at BOA (Yuh) I jump on this beat and it's DOA Out of my struggle, I found a way Lost a few homies along the way But I never needed them anyways I done lost count of my enemies Sick and they can't find a remedy Bitches be fake as they remy weave I know they ploting on ending me Dodging the shit they've been sending me (Sending me?) Guap is the only thing sent to me Ten-thousand is really a cent to me Lil Baby keep ironin' she into me But I ain't really feeling her energy Talk tough, but won't do shit I picked up like "Who this?" They talk down, but so what I'm bossed up, I'm so lit I ain't got friends, I got groupies Around me for clout, you don't fool me I've been with this shit, you a newbie (Weird ass hoe) Out with the old, it's a new me It's really no flex, I got it (I got it) Six figure checks I got it (I got it) These hoes act so psychotic Like they don't know I got it (Whats wrong with you?) 50K cash, I got it (I got it) Two-hundred on my dash, I got it (I got it, bitch) The game on smash, I got it My hoes won't last, I got it Got It (Got it, bitch) Got It (Bitch) I got it Got it (Yuh) Got it I got it (Bitch) We gon' smash your party

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Lotta Dem - Bhad Bhabie

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M's in the bank, got a (Lot of, lot of 'dem) Stones on the chain, got a (Lot of, lot of 'dem) Hoes tryna hate, got a (Lot of, lot of 'dem) Lot of, lot of 'dem, lot of, lot of 'dem) Cribs by the lake, got a (Lot of, lot of 'dem) Friends actin' fake, got a (Lot of, lot of 'dem) Lies on my name, got a (Lot of, lot of 'dem) Lot of, lot of 'dem, lot of, lot of 'dem) Apeshit, new shit, spaceship, coupe shit Came with two whips, deja vu shit Still got a lot of them bands (Bands) Still got a lot of them mad Old bread, new drip, fake hoes, new tits They called, who this? Stank lips sink ships Still got a lot of them bands (Bands, bitch) Still got a lot of them mad (Mad, bitch) Yeah, you can drop it but it ain't gon' sell (Sell) My shit hittin' like the NFL (Ho) Tinted 9-11 so I don't see 12 (Nope) Stay with the K so I don't take L's (Bitch) M's in the bank, got a (Lot of, lot of 'dem) Stones on the chain, got a (Lot of, lot of 'dem) Hoes tryna hate, got a (Lot of, lot of 'dem Lot of, lot of 'dem, lot of, lot of 'dem) Cribs by the lake, got a (Lot of, lot of 'dem) Friends actin' fake, got a (Lot of, lot of 'dem) Lies on my name, got a (Lot of, lot of 'dem) Lot of, lot of 'dem, lot of, lot of 'dem) Young bitch, rich bitch, rude bitch, new bitch AK, two clips, same gang, who switched? Still got a lot of them bands (Bands, bitch) Still got a lot of them mad (Mad, ho) You a dub, bitch, dumb bitch, old bitch, ho bitch No bitch, broke bitch, stay back, no flicks (No flicks) Just got a crib for the fam (Bitch) Still tell the jet when to land (Land, bitch) Still choke a bitch like MMA Sellin' out arenas like the NBA (Bitch) Can't tell me shit like an NDA Tell the Forbes List that I'm on my way (On my way) M's in the bank, got a (Lot of, lot of 'dem) Stones on the chain, got a (Lot of, lot of 'dem) Hoes tryna hate, got a (Lot of, lot of 'dem) Lot of, lot of 'dem, lot of, lot of 'dem) Cribs by the lake, got a (Lot of, lot of 'dem) Friends actin' fake, got a (Lot of, lot of 'dem) Lies on my name, got a (Lot of, lot of 'dem) Lot of, lot of 'dem, lot of, lot of 'dem)

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I ain't nothin' like these hoes (no) Don't compare me to no one (don't do it) Money green like CeeLo (yup) Yeah, my pocket so swole up Man, I ain't nothing like these hoes (no) Don't compare me to no one (don't do it) Money green like CeeLo Yeah, my pocket so swole up (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Look these hoes be fake flossin' Fake ass jewelry, got a neck rash (eww) These hoes be fake ballin' Tax money that shit won't last (bye) These hoes be dick riding, think they gone come up cause they let you fuck (you a hoe) These hoes be full of drama, they always with the extra These hoes, they wake up, they beggin' On the Gram, they be fake flexin' (why you lyin') These hoes, they wake up, they broke (eww) They mattresses be on the floor (haha) These hoes, they wake up they messy They runnin' they mouth, they so petty (petty) These hoes, they feed off attention (yup) Zero time, that's what I give 'em I ain't nothin' like these hoes (no) Don't compare me to no one (don't do it) Money green like CeeLo (yup) Yeah, my pocket so swole up Man, I ain't nothing like these hoes (no) Don't compare me to no one (don't do it) Money green like CeeLo Yeah, my pocket so swole up (Yeah, yeah, yeah) These hoes be lackin', see me in the back They talk all this shit, but don't say it in person Won't catch me off guard on no boulevard Foreign car, and my driver my guard Water, water drippin', come take a peak You in trailer hoe, bitch you can't compete I'm riding solo don't need no one but me Run up a check, yeah we runnin' the streets Red cup? No it ain't Kool-aid Got me fed up, you hoes too fake (yeah) One minute he your man, he your ride or die (haha) Next minute on the Gram with a new bae (wow) These hoes, these hoes, shame on these hoes (fakin bitch) I'm in the Maybach, I heard you got repoed Hair done, diamonds on, need a pea coat (bitch) Heard the feds listening, gotta speak low I ain't nothin' like these hoes (no) Don't compare me to no one (don't do it) Money green like Ceelo (yup) Yeah, my pocket so swole up Man, I ain't nothing like these hoes (no) Don't compare me to no one (don't do it) Money green like Ceelo Yeah, my pocket so swole up (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Look Mando Fresh

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Both of Em - Bhad Bhabie

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Hear 'em talking shit I take both of 'em Your exes on my dick I take both of 'em Bentley truck, Panamera I own both of 'em Young and rich in the mirror I see both of 'em From the corner to fame and fortune Yeah, I see both of em Tallahassee and Calabasas Got cribs in both of em Did this shit all on my own so I don't owe nothing Call Rihanna and Ariana Yeah, I know both of em Got two phones like I'm Kevin Gates I give bitches both numbers Just like Buddens and Charlemagnes No one cares 'bout both of em It's a hundred degrees out on my wrist It's a cold summer It's a hundred degrees out on my wrist It's a cold summer Hear 'em talking shit I take both of 'em Your exes on my dick I take both of 'em Bentley truck, Panamera I own both of 'em Young and rich in the mirror I see both of 'em Both of em, both Both of em Bentley truck, Panamera I own both of 'em Young and rich in the mirror I see both of 'em Chevy candy coated And the matte floorin' Lil baby, cherry red And the other golden Everybody on my Gram since I went public Don't be callin' me fam No we not cousins Find her with my body guard No I don't tote nothing I ain't snitchin' to the troll No, I don't know nothin' Took the number one spot They act like I done stole something Ugly and you washed up Yeah, bitch, you both of em (Bitch, you both of em) Hear 'em talking shit I take both of 'em Your exes on my dick I take both of 'em Bentley truck, Panamera I own both of 'em Young and rich in the mirror I see both of 'em Both of em, both Both of em Bentley truck, Panamera I own both of 'em Young and rich in the mirror I see both of 'em

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Whachu Know - Bhad Bhabie

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Whatchu know about it? Whatchu know- Whatchu know about it? Whatchu know- Whatchu know about it? (foreign cars) Whatchu know about it? (all dis money) Whatchu know about it? (trap house) Whatchu know about it? You don't know about it (Cuban link) You don't know about it (tiger mink) Whatchu know about it? (all dis money) Whatchu know about it? I don't need no receipts I see it, I own it, I play for keeps Don't tell me the price, don't matter to me What I spend in a day, you make in a week They keep going up like a money tree Shop in these deals like a money spree Can't give you the gang, gotta charge a fee Queen of rack city, give me the key I be like "Send me the addy" Hop out the Porsche with a baddie Got a nice face and a fattie Do what I say like I'm daddy Been out here killin' em Yeah, this chain cost 'bout a million Told y'all make me 'bout a billion Yeah, we see who outchea, really am Look, I don't got no curb, I got mileage I'm always on the jet like a pilot (you can't afford this life) Ace of diamonds move, yeah, I'm throwin' (throwin' hunnids) Money fallin' to the floor like it's snowin' (pick it up hoe!) Wooh Whatchu know about it? (foreign cars) Whatchu know about it? (all dis money) Whatchu know about it? (trap house) Whatchu know about it? You don't know about it (Cuban link) You don't know about it (tiger mink) Whatchu know about it? (all dis money) Whatchu know about it? Whatchu know about it? (foreign cars) Whatchu know about it? (all dis money) Whatchu know about it? (trap house) Whatchu know about it? You don't know about it (Cuban link) You don't know about it (tiger mink) Whatchu know about it? (all dis money) Whatchu know about it? (you don't know shit!)

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15 (Intro) - Bhad Bhabie

@Sonia

799

My 15 minutes stretching some hours late Bring me 15 bitches, I'll make 'em salivate 15 milion right on my fuckin' plate BOA, 15 hundred just to feast safe 15 feeling like I won a sweepstakes 15-hour flights when I leave the states 15 thousand dollars on a bracelet Had to buy two, I had the jeweler going apeshit Old friends doing 15 to life I changed my situation with some pristine advice Name a rapper hot as me, I'm 15 times the hype My bank account holds 15 times your life 15 cars like I'm collecting those 15 Fashion Nova packs, I'm collecting clothes Fan love 'cross the map, getting X and Os 15 bodyguards in my section, closed 15, 15, rose up from the depths, now I live a dream 15, 15, making history, this shit something they never seen 15 bad bitches, send a UberX 15 bitches mad I get uber checks 15 hunned Bhabies by the mosh pit Rap star, living life for my rock shit Like a pop shift, 15 in the Glock, bitch Think you hot shit? Get you 15 knots, quick That's a lump sum, sweaty bitches Trump dumb 15 shots to that head, I get 'em punch drunk 15 milli stalking that IG So why in the fuck would I need a ID? Hoes looking thirsty, get on my IV Voice of the new generation, you can't deny me Tape dropping September, I hope you hoes ready 15, Black Mamba, shit gon' be so deadly (Tape dropping September, I hope you hoes ready Bust 15 tons, this shit is so heavy) 15, 15, rose up from the depths, now I live a dream 15, 15, making history, this shit something they never seen

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