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letra de oh thats kodie - bby kodie

[intro]
caught me on my stacy i’ma dash on her, yuh

[verse 1]
real -ss n-gg- give a f-ck ’bout a trick
2k on the fit putting prada on my d-ck
you can tell that i’m rich than a b-tch
kodie can’t never switch, stay solid as a brick
pretty b-tch got a att-tude and that b-tch is thick
i can tell these n-gg-s mad at you cause they be talking sh-t
i can tell these n-gg-s waiting on you, waiting for that hit
i can tell these n-gg-s on your d-ck by how bad do they get
diddy on my d-ck, don’t that get on your nerves b-tch?
nah don’t get on my nerves b-tch
i can touch your nerve b-tch
she giving that head hit a nerve b-tch
i don’t even care what you heard b-tch
i don’t even think you deserve d-ck
quit waking me up saying you heard sh-t
quit running to twitter you bird b-tch (yessir!)
you freaky ho (ah!)
i mean you sneaky ho
can’t even believe the ho (what you said?)
i like to tell her that i’m broke
i like to mislead the ho (dummy)
and you can quit calling my phone cause i don’t even need the ho
real -ss n-gg- spent too much at saks fifth
bag cost $200,000 on some brag sh-t
birkin bag swag b-tch, céline tee not a tag b-tch
you can tell i shop at every motherf-cking flagship
this not dior but i bet you n-gg-s thought it was
loud as f-ck i ain’t even get to start it up
kodie booted up you can tell the way he light it up
just cause he poor i can tell he really piping her

[interlude]
broke -ss n-gg-
broke -ss n-gg-
you a broke -ss n-gg-
you a broke -ss n-gg-, b-tch
broke -ss n-gg-
broke -ss n-gg-
n-gg-, you a broke -ss
you a broke, you a broke -ss

[verse 2]
coupe exotic ride the body
rock it bop it sock it
ooh i got pocket rockets
pop your boy for acting like he got it got
-ss so fat can’t live without it
handle just like [?]
j-panese that b-tch is psychic
i can sense she wanna pipe it oh oh oh
lit like a lighter oh oh oh
my coupe wake up neighborhoods no friendly spider, ha ha ha
my b-tch a viper she snake like she paid the piper
you couldn’t even pay to pipe her, your paper lighter
dunking ’til my pockets getting thick
i cellulite ’em
i sell, you light ’em
i cellulite ’em
i sell, you light ’em
yeah yuh yuh

- bby kodie

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