Peewee Longway, Foogiano - Baddest lyrics

[Peewee Longway, Foogiano - Baddest lyrics]

Ah, ho, mmm
Yeah, ho, ho
(His name is Kino Beats)

My bitch is the baddest (Baddest), half bougie, half ratchet (Ratchet)
Designer my fabric (Fabric), I'm a rabbit for the cabbage (Cabbage)
That bitch pussy baggage (Baggage), killed the pussy, get the plastic (Plastic)
I pass her like Magic (Like Magic), I spit fire just like a dragon (A dragon)
I'm addicted to Wock' (Wock'), me and her, we got a passion (A passion)
And I signed with Wop (Wop), young millionaire, might be the fastest (Fastest)
Pussy boy, you know that I got that Glock (That Glock), if you ever try me, I'ma blast you
Then we gon' clean that nigga up just like a mop (A mop)
Now I got blood all on my Patek (Blood, Longway, ho)

We spin back-to-back with the chop
I got the loc' and the addy
Flintstone rocks in the Patek (Rocks)
This ain't no prop
The switch go fft automatic
We makin' shit flip, acrobatic
Just give me the brick spot
I cook it and cut it
And serve it to Auntie Gladys
Lil' mama got WAP
She walkin' like she got that water
That pussy too wet to wear panties
I got the box
I'm in the trap, come and grab it
This shit goin' soon as it land
And I'm back in that mode
I'm countin' up racks with the rubber band
Ran right back to the land
I'm cool as a fan
My left wrist, right wrist glass
My three Cuban links just dance (Ice)
Earrings cost one hundred bands (One hundred bands)
They see everything that I said (They see)
I'm still slidin' 'round with my shiesty mask (Slide)
I'm screamin' out free Pooh and Foo out the feds
Still screamin' out, "Fuck 12," 'til a nigga dead (Dead)
Like to fuck in the van 'cause the seat like a bed
If she ask for Chanel, then I gave her two dimes (Two dimes, a dub)
A dub, she walk like she fuck with the plug (The plug)
She a lil' ratchet lil' bitch
Put that shit on, she know she gon' fuck that shit up

My bitch is the baddest (Longway, bitch), half bougie, half ratchet (Ratchet)
Designer my fabric (Fabric), I'm a rabbit for the cabbage (Cabbage)
That bitch pussy baggage (Baggage), killed the pussy, get the plastic (Plastic)
I pass her like Magic (Like Magic), I spit fire just like a dragon (A dragon)
I'm addicted to Wock' (Wock'), me and her, we got a passion (A passion)
And I signed with Wop (Wop), young millionaire, might be the fastest (Fastest)
Pussy boy, you know that I got that Glock (That Glock), if you ever try me, I'ma blast you
Then we gon' clean that nigga up just like a mop (A mop), now I got blood all on my Patek (Blood, ho)

Yeah, bitch, it's the Mayor (Mayor)
Tell them niggas do a favor (Favor)
Tell them niggas stop that hatin' (Stop that hatin')
'Cause that hatin' ain't gon' save 'em (Ain't gon' save 'em)
Pussy boy, you know that I been a player (Been a player)
I'll cuddle, I'll never cater (Never ever)
Ho, Michael Jordan with the fader
Boy, it's lethal, yeah, you know it's fatal (It's fatal)
You know that I'm richer than all of my opps (My opps)
And I'm ballin', nigga, check the paper
Yeah, I shook that ho just like a taser (I shook her)
Cut her off and never call her later
Hatin' 'bout a bitch, you gon' end up in a box
Ah, and, bitch, it's the Mob (The Mob)
We smoke strongest out the jar (Out the jar)
Ho, you better do your job (Your job)
Uh, I got them workers on the low (On the low)
Ho, my ice is so cold (So cold)
My neck and wrist, you know they froze (Ice, ice)
Uh, you think it's a joke? (A joke?)
We gon' smoke that nigga like a 'Port (A 'Port, a 'Port)
I'm, I'm richer than ever
Don't believe it, check the bezel (Ice, ice, ice)
I'm fly like a feather
Ho, you won't find nobody better

Bitch is the baddest (Baddest), half bougie, half ratchet (Ratchet)
Designer my fabric (Fabric), I'm a rabbit for the cabbage (Cabbage)
That bitch pussy baggage (Baggage), killed the pussy, get the plastic (Plastic)
I pass her like Magic (Like Magic), I spit fire just like a dragon (A dragon)
I'm addicted to Wock' (Wock'), me and her, we got a passion (A passion)
And I signed with Wop (Wop), young millionaire, might be the fastest (Fastest)
Pussy boy, you know that I got that Glock (That Glock), if you ever try me, I'ma blast you
Then we gon' clean that nigga up just like a mop (A mop), now I got blood all on my Patek (Blood, ho)

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