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letra de bb - keshore

[intro: keshore]
ayy, hit that shoulder
ayy, hit that f-cking shoulder
yeah, haha haha

[chorus: keshore]
i like my b-tches bad, boujee (ooh)
ratchet ass hood b-tch tryna be my hoochie
sweet ass thing and she want me in the coochie
she a rude lil’ thing, and she wanna get gooey

[verse 1: keshore]
uh, hear me out, he wiped out ferrari
smokin’ on ganja, bumpin’ that marley
started pre-loss, she just tryna party
shake that thing, go crazy, go mami
you may drive by, flex the new body
you was in a chevy, now you in a masi’ (uh)
you my cupcake, you my sweet thing
pandora necklace, let the chain hang
[?]
trap full boom mode, road time
with a badmon, she a rude gyal
don’t do it, stop f-ckin’ up your mental (okay)
it is on go, it’s up by my slums
real ass b-tches and they all down to ride
hanna montana, it’s all ’bout the climb
real ass n-gga, i’m all ’bout the pride
[chorus: keshore & sad frosty]
i like my b-tches bad, boujee (ooh)
ratchet ass hood b-tch tryna be my hoochie
sweet ass thing and she want me in the coochie
she a rude lil’ thing, and she wanna get gooey
i like my b-tches bad, boujee (ooh)
ratchet ass hood b-tch tryna be my hoochie
sweet ass thing and she want me in the coochie (okay)
she a rude lil’ thing, and she wanna get gooey

[verse 2: sad frosty]
ayy, ayy, heard this bm wanna f-ck (huh?)
told you that she settled, but for me she gave it up (bye)
i remember days ain’t had it, now i pull up bentley truck (what?)
why you tryna be like be, boy you sh-t up outta luck (p-ssy)
i ring the feds up, told ’em, “hit me on my cellular” (what?)
i dont do no pillow talk, don’t care ’bout what you tellin’ her (p-ssy)
that ain’t my mans if he hangin’ with the opps (b-tch)
please don’t pull up with that toolie, hundred shots up in this glock, ayy (come on)

[chorus: keshore & dc the don]
i like my b-tches bad, boujee (ooh)
ratchet ass hood b-tch tryna be my hoochie
sweet ass thing and she want me in the coochie
she a rude lil’ thing, and she wanna get gooey
i like my b-tches bad, boujee (ooh)
ratchet ass hood b-tch tryna be my hoochie (yeah)
sweet ass thing and she want me in the coochie (yeah)
she a rude lil’ thing, and she wanna get gooey (ayy)
[verse 3: dc the don]
i like my b-tch on some wild, and some hot sh-t (yeah)
she hold the bl!cky too, i guarentee you gettin’ dropped, b-tch (hold on)
i’m rollin’ like a stone, i’m finna clutch it
my b-tch be sick as f-ck, and that’s just talkin’ ’bout she nasious (nah)
my cudi hit my jackie askin’ me why i ain’t drop sh-t (boom, boom, boom)
i told ’em, “i ain’t droppin’ ’til it’s hot, b-tch” (yeah)
my ex be callin’ back because i’m everything he not, b-tch (yeah)
i’m f-ckin’ on her friends and i’m still shakin’ my dreadlocks, b-tch
ayy, still strapped up like bin laden
i never called her back and now she talkin’ ’bout i’m childish (boom, boom, boom)
[?] you know i can’t f-ck with goddess (yeah)
my b-tch a blood sl-t, she got a fetish for the violence (yes sir)
i ain’t holdin’ no sh-t
n-ggas all on my d-ck but they ain’t rollin’ no sh-t (what? what? what?)
and i wonder when my bro gon’ have to blow your whole sh-t (bl!ck)
but it’s a party in this house so we ain’t tryna throw sh-t, ayy

[chorus: keshore]
i like my b-tches bad, boujee (ooh)
ratchet ass hood b-tch tryna be my hoochie
sweet ass thing and she want me in the coochie
she a rude lil’ thing and she wanna get gooey
i like my b-tches bad, boujee (ooh)
ratchet ass hood b-tch tryna be my hoochie
sweet ass thing and she want me in the coochie
she a rude lil’ thing and she wanna get gooey

- keshore

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