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ms. rachel - ji beats lyrics

(verse)
i want a bad b*tch that bring it all to me and i ain’t asked for it
baby where you wanna go? book a flight and get your passport
man your ex n*gga lame i bet he smokes newports
i ain’t finna hop in the coupe if it ain’t got no sports
one hundred dollar plate fifty dollar silver fork
lied to the b*tch face now she begging for divorce
b*tch handed me some money you had to do that sh*t with force
i’m popping out in designer kicks you hopping out in fours
huh d*mn that ain’t drip
poured a four in my soda i’m charging fifty for a sip
i want 100 for the eighth i want five hundred for the zip
i told the b*tch i want some face b*tch i ain’t want no kids
huh b*tch i ain’t want relations
i ain’t want the b*tch p*ssy, i can tell she in rotation
the b*tch taking screenshots, got the sh*t up in quotation
blocked the b*tch temporarily, i put her on probation
huh, dumb b*tch, yeah you asked for it
i don’t ever trust a b*tch, a b*tch will really get you backdoored
why the f*ck would i hate on a n*gga who ain’t have more?
why the f*ck would i hate on a n*gga who ain’t stacked four?
plus six racks b*tch, add it up, that’s ten stacks
that’s d*mn near my whole fit b*tch you better step back
i ain’t got a strap on me, dog sh*t up in this belt bag
i just threw a play in the air n*gga can you catch that?

(hook)
i’m with adam g03 and he just rolled up a dutch
scooby snacks in my mouth cuz this sh*t ain’t got no crutch
i really got it out the mud, i ain’t have to take no freebies
i’m a dog ass n*gga, b*tch said i’m another species
i’m with adam g03 and you know we going crazy
d*mn this b*tch call me daddy but i ain’t want no babies
i just poured up a two, got me itchin’ like its scabies
just rolled a three five, now i’m smoking on a eighthy
i just pulled a white b*tch, i’ma call her miss rachel
pink and blue hunnids got the b*tch looking biracial
i ain’t gotta say one word, this b*tch tryna give f*ll*tio
i need a b*tch that trap and scam d*mn that’s a perfect ratio
one hundred dollar plate, fifty dollar silver fork
lied to the b*tch face, now she begging for divorce
b*tch handed me some money, you had to do that sh*t with force
i’m popping out in designer kicks, you hopping out in fours
huh b*tch i ain’t want relations
i ain’t want the b*tch p*ssy, i can tell she in rotation
the b*tch taking screenshots, got the sh*t up in quotation
blocked the b*tch temporarily, i put her on probation

- ji beats lyrics

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