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letra de bougie - lil durk

[intro]
jahlil beats

[verse 1: meek mill]
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when i made it rich, i went and bought a bentley, b-tch (b-tch)
walk into saks fifth like, “give me that and give me this” (gimme that)
that’s your wednesday crush, you know lil’ fish done hit that sh-t, uh (sh-t)
you ain’t gotta tell me, i know n-ggas envious, uh (hey)
count the cash while my lil’ b-tch bounce her -ss (bounce that -ss)
richard mille cost 150, that’s your stash (that’s your stash)
poppin’ sh-t on instagram, that’s your past (that’s your what)
when we catch you out in traffic, just don’t crash (brr, brr, brr)
i got a bag, i’m doin’ the most, you n-ggas lamb, i am the goat
they wanted gas, i’m givin’ ’em smoke, jump off the jet, get on the boat
i’m in a yacht, i’m with a thot, she givin’ me throat, aw, sh-t
cut off the top, rolls royce drop, i get ghost, skrt
pull up in a “what the f-ck was that?”, ho (that, ho)
we still throwin’ supermodels off the back, bro (back, bro)
alley-oop my b-tch to harden, i give her back, bro (back, bro)
and you better not send my b-tch back with her back broke (back broke, gang)

[pre-chorus: lil durk]
first thing on my mind when i wake up is a check
in the trenches with my slimes, they be trippin’ off the x
when i’m gone off these drugs, i don’t think about my ex
and i ain’t know that ho for long, she asked for audemars piguet

[chorus: lil durk]
oh, you want some diamonds, you don’t want no bag, you’re think you’re bougie, huh?
and you don’t want no fashion nova, you want some gucci, huh?
and when we out, i can’t be seen ’cause i don’t know who you f-cked
and why she think she playin’ me? this sh-t be groupie love
oh, i think i’m bougie
mike amiri jeans cost me two gs
i can’t take her to the crib, go get some room keys
oh, i think i’m bougie

[verse 2: lil durk]
came a long way from the trenches, ridin’ cta
from the chopper to the jet, it look like gta
and they say i won’t be sh-t, ain’t make my gpa
and i heard his -ss a rat, i’m sippin’ t-e-a (oh)
i thought you was my b-o-y, but your -ss d-e-a
i used to walk with a .22 inside my kenzo
paperwork came back too dirty, gotta keep your head low
if he too loud and he too wild, then he get paid for (oh)
i know some n-ggas that take your head off for that bankroll
lawyer money up to my dogs, then it’s case closed
boy, you just start sippin’, we sold him karo
i popped some x, i was geekin’, i dmd j. lo (oh)
jimmy kimmel in chicago, pull up, late shows
they put lil’ vernie in that chair, you know he ate those
n-ggas jumpin’ d-ck to d-ck, man, i hate those
i remember i put a dime inside a faygo

- lil durk

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