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why yu mad? - bdd420 lyrics

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(glokmane)

bdd:

hoe

everyday designer clothes
just popped a bean i’m going slow
you talk like woman you a hoe
and i ain’t f*ckin with no hoe

skirt off ferrari my hand on my pole
glocki green beam, ain’t vegetable
look at my lean, pour it real slow
come f*ck with my team, we making that gold

bdj:

it’s bdj you gon play with the b*lls like she on soccer team she be making that goal
ain’t talking no touchdown that pack in the mail now we really out here we just play with the snow
got the glocki green beam on my shoulder i’m pullin it out only when you talkin down bro
i’m pushin the kilos, she f*ck on thе d*low, i’m pullin it out she a dignified hoe

bdd:

shе a designer hoe
i f*ck her in designer clothes
raf simons head to toe
your b*tch in here she pour my 4
your b*tch in here she pour an 8
she blowin up my phone today
i told her f*ck you hoe go get some cake
it’s me and bdj we run off with the safe

bdj:

and i run off
run run run run run run b*tch we run off
you can’t catch me when i’m swervin in the mazda
got a coupe 2 door and the sun roof
b*tch, b*tch shut up

bdd:

i told her shut up
cla 4 door f*ck that mazda

bdj:

we in the sprinter
f*ck my liver
i’m gonna sit on the couch and down some liquor
why you mad oh? cuz i’m the only one with her
why you sad oh?
bdd:

she got that coca cola figure
why you mad hoe? cause i’m making all these figures
touchdown the pack bro, because i’m a trapper not a singer

(d*mn son where’d you find this?)
(awe sh*t. here we go again)

(slow)

bdd:

hoe

everyday designer clothes
just popped a bean i’m going slow
you talk like woman you a hoe
and i ain’t f*ckin with no hoe

skirt off ferrari my hand on my pole
glocki green beam, ain’t vegetable
look at my lean, pour it real slow
come f*ck with my team, we making that gold

bdj:
it’s bdj you gon play with the b*lls like she on soccer team she be making that goal
ain’t talking no touchdown that pack in the mail now we really out here we just play with the snow
got the glocki green beam on my shoulder i’m pullin it out only when you talkin down bro
i’m pushin the kilos, she f*ck on the d*low, i’m pullin it out she a dignified hoe

bdd:

she a designer hoe
i f*ck her in designer clothes
raf simons head to toe
your b*tch in here she pour my 4

your b*tch in here she pour an 8
she blowin up my phone today
i told her f*ck you hoe go get some cake
it’s me and bdj we run off with the safe

bdj:

and i run off
run run run run run run b*tch we run off
you can’t catch me when i’m swervin in the mazda
got a coupe 2 door and the sun roof
b*tch, b*tch shut up

bdd:

i told her shut up
cla 4 door f*ck that mazda

bdj:

we in the sprinter
f*ck my liver
i’m gonna sit on the couch and down some liquor
why you mad oh? cuz i’m the only one with her
why you sad oh?

bdd:

she got that coca cola figure
why you mad hoe? cause i’m making all these figures
touchdown the pack bro, because i’m a trapper not a singer

- bdd420 lyrics

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