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letra de being bad and ruthless - lil scoom89

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[intro]
grrt, come here
you know how the f-ck we comin’, we bouncin’ out on sh-t (ayy, djvonny finna send this b-tch up)
grrt, come here, come here
yeah, 7 block, burley boyz, y’all know how the f-ck we comin’, man
(sl!ckda3rd, let’s go crazy)
yeah, come here, brrah

[chorus]
i like my hoes bougie (bougie), wet, tight coochie (tight coochie)
beat it from the back, turn on the flash, she tryna make a movie (make a movie)
want me for my cash, that sh-t dead, can’t treat me like no goofy (i’m not no goofy)
switch on the back of the glock, every time it bust, it sound like it’s a uzi (grrt)
he had died for goin’ live
i hop out and shaq gon’ drive (shaq gon’ drive)
ain’t get back since dude ‘nem died
last opp we caught, he felt .45 (come here, come here)
i had to tell my grown b-tch get somethin’ new, we done playin’ with them 9s
headshot, back shot, they really thought that boy was really gon’ survive (grrt, bah)

[verse]
opps not up on sh-t, we hit they block, so we hop out on feet (come here)
she work every day, all through the week, so i just f-ck the weekends (i f-ck the weekends)
can’t make noise, so we just sneak in
f-ck this glock, i need a new gen (need a new one)
f-ck a rap, don’t care about no deal, i’m tryna suit and go spin (come here, come here)
if we got opps, then, boy, you done for
if you got a gun, what the f-ck you run for? (why you runnin’?)
three hundreds inside this black truck
was dissin’ on live, that’s how he clapped up (grrah)
rollin’ ‘wood, face one to the brain when my b-tch say i act up
i’m gon’ up this switch and blow for real, lil’ boy, i’m not gon’ act tough (grrah)
i’m gon’ take this serious, go real hard, so i put on for gang (on for gang)
she can f-ck the guys, but just not me ’cause she act like a fan (she act like a fan)
over east, been bustin’, all the hoes tryna come hang with gang (hang with gang)
b-tch gon’ die, reach for my chain
srt too fast, we hit the gas, you know we switchin’ lanes (skrrt, skrrt)
once we catch you lackin’, bounced out clappin’, wasted, ain’t no game (grrah)
clique up with the opps and think it’s sweet, we cropped him out the frame (out the frame)
stand right over him, shots in his face, last thing he seen was flames (come here, come here)
[chorus]
i like my hoes bougie, wet, tight coochie (tight coochie)
beat it from the back, turn on the flash, she tryna make a movie (we makin’ movies)
want me for my cash, that sh-t dead, can’t treat me like no goofy (i’m not no goofy)
switch on the back of the glock, every time it bust, it sound like it’s a uzi (grrt)
he had died for goin’ live
i hop out and shaq gon’ drive (shaq gon’ drive)
ain’t get back since dude ‘nem died
last opp we caught, he felt .45 (come here, come here)
i had to tell my grown b-tch get somethin’ new, we done playin’ with them 9s
headshot, back shot, they really thought that boy was really gon’ survive (headshot, back shot)

[outro]
yeah, grrt, come here

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