KESHORE, DC The Don, Sad Frosty - BB lyrics

Ayy, hit that shoulder
Ayy, hit that fucking shoulder
Yeah, haha haha

I like my bitches bad, boujee (O oh)
Ratchet ass hood bitch tryna be my hoochie
Sweet ass thing and she want
Me in the coochie she a rude lil' thing
And she wanna get gooey

Uh, hear me out, he wiped out Ferrari
Smokin' on Ganja, bumpin' that Marley
Started pre-loss, she just tryna party
Shake that thing, go crazy, go mami
You may drive by, flex the new body
You was in a Chevy, now you in a Masi' (Uh)
You my cupcake, you my sweet thing
Pandora necklace, let the chain hang

Trap full boom mode, road time
With a badmon, she a rude gyal
Don't do it, stop fuckin' up your mental
(Okay) it is on go, it's up by my slums
Real ass bitches and they all down to ride
Hanna Montana, it's all 'bout the climb
Real ass nigga, I'm all 'bout the pride

I like my bitches bad, boujee (O oh)
Ratchet ass hood bitch tryna be my hoochie
Sweet ass thing and she want
Me in the coochie she a rude lil' thing
And she wanna get gooey
I like my bitches bad, boujee (O oh)
Ratchet ass hood bitch tryna be my hoochie
Sweet ass thing and she want
Me in the coochie (Okay)
She a rude lil' thing
And she wanna get gooey

Ayy, ayy, heard this BM wanna fuck (Huh?)
Told you that she settled
But for me she gave it up (Bye)
I remember days ain't had it
Now I pull up Bentley truck (What?)
Why you tryna be like be
Boy you shit up outta luck (Pussy)
I ring the feds up, told 'em
"Hit me on my cellular" (What?)
I don't do no pillow talk
Don't care 'bout what you tellin' her
(Pussy) that ain't my mans if he
Hangin' with the opps (Bitch)
Please don't pull up with that toolie
Hundred shots up in this Glock, ayy
(Come on)

I like my bitches bad, boujee (O oh)
Ratchet ass hood bitch tryna be my hoochie
Sweet ass thing and she want
Me in the coochie she a rude lil' thing
And she wanna get gooey
I like my bitches bad, boujee (O oh)
Ratchet ass hood bitch tryna be my hoochie
(yeah) sweet ass thing and she want
Me in the coochie (yeah)
She a rude lil' thing
And she wanna get gooey (Ayy)

I like my bitch on some wild
And some hot shit (yeah)
She hold the blicky too, I
Guarentee you gettin' dropped, bitch
(Hold on)
I'm rollin' like a stone, I'm finna pop shit
My bitch be sick as fuck
And that's just talkin' 'bout she nauseous
(Nah) my Cudi hit my Jackie askin' me
Why I ain't drop shit (Boom, boom, boom)
I told 'em, "I ain't droppin' 'til it's hot
Bitch" (yeah)
My ex be callin' back because
I'm everything he not, bitch
(yeah) i'm fuckin' on her friends and
I'm still shakin' my dreadlocks, bitch
Ayy, still strapped up like Bin Laden
I never called her back and now
She talkin' 'bout I'm childish
(Boom, boom, boom)
You know I'm a Rockstar can't fuck with god
(yeah) my bitch a blood slut
She got a fetish for the violence (Yes sir)
I ain't holdin' no shit
Niggas all on my dick but
They ain't rollin' no shit
(What? What? What?)
And I wonder when my bro gon'
Have to blow your whole shit (Blick)
But it's a party in this house
So we ain't tryna throw shit, ayy

I like my bitches bad, boujee (O oh)
Ratchet ass hood bitch tryna be my hoochie
Sweet ass thing and she want
Me in the coochie
She a rude lil' thing and she wanna get gooey
I like my bitches bad, boujee (O oh)
Ratchet ass hood bitch tryna be my hoochie
Sweet ass thing and she want
Me in the coochie
She a rude lil' thing and she wanna get gooey