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letra de bon appétit - lola brooke

[intro]
i ain’t no crash-out dummy, but i might crash out
uh, uh, uh, uh (uh)

[chorus]
i’m his lil’ fine sh-t, i’m his lil’ crash out (crash out)
belt to ass, i get petty when i lash out (lash out)
sonnin’ n-ggas, i’m like welcome to your dad house
sh-tted on them n-ggas, p-ssed ’cause they assed out
it’s hot outside and i’m lookin’ like some heat
treat bottega like some timbs, pay attention to the feet
sittin’ pretty like a bad b-tch, ho, have a seat
i’m here to feed the streets, bon appétit (grrr)

[verse 1]
uh, i’m petite or whatever
tryna cuff me, van cleef it or better (better)
what’s a b-tch wit’ a glock to a steppa?
i ain’t never hesitant, i be with whatever (grah, grah, grah)
pull up with a knock, it’s me (hola)
take it to the gun range, toot it like a g (hola)
i’m a nightmare, bad b-tch of his dreams (haha)
just left out the trench, came back lookin’ flee
lookin’ like candy, sh-t ain’t sweet
ghetto and fancy, b-tches ain’t me
if i was a n-gga, i would put it in your mouth
i ain’t goin’ back and forth with b-tches trollin’ from the couch
[chorus]
i’m his lil’ fine sh-t, i’m his lil’ crash out (crash out)
belt to ass, i get petty when i lash out (lash out)
sonnin’ n-ggas, i’m like welcome to your dad house (h-llo)
sh-tted on them n-ggas, p-ssed ’cause they assed out
it’s hot outside and i’m lookin’ like some heat (uh)
treat bottega like some timbs, pay attention to the feet (uh)
sittin’ pretty like a bad b-tch, ho, have a seat (mwah)
i’m here to feed the streets, bon appétit

[verse 2]
i’ll be d-mned if a b-tch catch me lackin’
it’ll never, ever happen
they ain’t on sh-t, they just in the chat chattin’
when the p-ssy ain’t trappin’, these b-tches start rappin’ (b-tches start rappin’)
no budget on the chain, it’s a hunnid a gem (uh)
n-ggas run they mouth ’til i run into them
i be with the gang, it’s a hunnid of them
it be dozens of them, you know my brothas are them, yeah
you want a fine b-tch, yell it
that’s your man, can’t be mine, d-ck, sell it
i’m his lil’ demon, but i’m angelic
give a n-gga h-ll and i can’t help it

[chorus]
i’m his lil’ fine sh-t, i’m his lil’ crash out (crash out)
belt to ass, i get petty when i lash out (lash out)
sonnin’ n-ggas, i’m like welcome to your dad house (h-llo)
sh-tted on them n-ggas, p-ssed ’cause they assed out
it’s hot outside and i’m lookin’ like some heat (uh)
treat bottega like some timbs, pay attention to the feet (uh)
sittin’ pretty like a bad b-tch, ho, have a seat (mwah)
i’m here to feed the streets, bon appétit

- lola brooke

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