G Perico, The Cool Kids, Trinidad James, Fat Ron - B.B.T. lyrics

[G Perico, The Cool Kids, Trinidad James, Fat Ron - B.B.T. lyrics]

I'm a, I'm a, ooh, look, I'm a
I'm a risk taker, bad bitch taker
Chain on her,  I'm a bad bitch maker
New coat, they wanna find out the maker
Wake up, let's fly to Jamaica
I paid way too much money for this
Coat to let you fuck it up
Stupid bitch, uh, hold up, wait, look
Gave my thousand dollar jacket to
My bitch when she cold
Rollie for the summer and my
Bitch get her own
Look, give her anything 'cause she
Stick to the code, Uh huh
If a bitch get to tripping, I'ma bop on a ho
Turn the lights off
Bitch, I don't play fair, this is my ball
I'll put a black ring 'round your eyeball
What you mean she don't answer
When you bang line?
Give it here, I bet the bitch answer my call
Hеllo? What you doing?
See, nigga, I told you
I need a band for the game I just sold you
The gamе is to be sold and not to be told
Yeah uh huh
A Town uh huh

Do you wanna take the bus or
The plane? Let me know (Let me know)
Do you wanna get a clutch or
A chain? Let me know (Let me know)
We could slide to the mall, do your thing
Let me know (Let me know)
Baby, when you sick of
Fuckin' with them lames, Let me know

Let me slide in this bitch like a finger roll
(Slide) i'm D-A-D, smooth criminal (Dad)
Go B-IG on a nigga though (Big)
I can't make money with a simple ho
(No, sir) a1, G Perico, we can let it snow
I'm a real temptation
You could let her know (Let her know)
RIP my nigga Nip, it's a marathon (Nip)
For them Crip blue strips, we can get it on
(Come on) i'm the wrong type of nigga
That you wanna shit on (Wrong type)
I get Rick James when I put this shit on
(Rick James)
I got real good dick for a bitch to get on
(Real good)
In my B-A-G, like my money real long (Ayy)
She so naked, baby, try this on
Fuck me, leave, then fly back home
Need RIP, my heart so chrome (Uh, huh)
Be bad for me, I won't do you wrong
(Uh, huh)

Do you wanna take the bus or
The plane? Let me know
Do you wanna get a clutch or
A chain? Let me know
We could slide to the mall, do your thing
Let me know baby, when you sick of
Fuckin' with them lames, Let me know
Uh huh, Do you wanna take the bus or
The plane? Let me know
Do you wanna get a clutch or
A chain? Let me know
We could slide to the mall, do your thing
Let me know baby, when you sick of
Fuckin' with them lames, Let me know
(Yeah, uh)

When you sick of fuckin' with them lames
Let me know somethin' jump in the 'Vette
Let's ride around and smoke somethin'
I see the same ho every city that I go
(That I go)
From Atlanta back to Figueroa (Figueroa)
I told the bitch get the Wagyu
She said she don't like pasta
Okay, it's time for me to stop talkin'
(Stop)
An S-Class Chevrolet drivin'-ass nigga
When I jump on the plane
I got contraband with me
When I land in the city
I'm breakin' on hookers from the Airbnb
Just movin' and juggin'

Rolls-Royce, Cadillac, Lincoln
And Mercedes-Benz
And if they ain't fuckin' and suckin' too
I ain't paying for none of your friends
Rolls-Royce, Cadillac, Lincoln
And Mercedes-Benz ahh

You ain't been a joint, heffer, I made you
Don't get it fucked up in this game, boo
It's only one player out of us
Two and it ain't you
Don't get it fucked up in this game, boo
Been mackin' since sellin' them
Dimes and dubs i deserve this back rub
My Glock only seventeen
Gotta sneak it in the club
Case I gotta put a bullet in a studio thug
Speak up, bitch, stop mumbling
I'll leave you on the corner
While these Vogues keep tumbling bitch

Check it all vapors, that's real big paper
Classic automaker, it's a bad bitch taker
Light makeup, lip gloss shining
She kiss me on my neck
Look like I had on diamonds
You ain't never heard it
Spoken like this before real macking
I'm a snack you can eat off the floor
No slacking
Tell that nigga stop slamming my door
Girl, you gotta stop smacking when
You chewing your food
Now make it do what it do
Don't do what it ain't
Ayy, you heard what I said? Well
What did I say? And I'ma do it times two
I know just what I paid
You can't slick a can of oil
With a bucket of paint, Bitch

Uh huh, Do you wanna take the bus or
The plane? Let me know
Do you wanna get a clutch or
A chain? Let me know
We could slide to the mall, do your thing
Let me know baby, when you sick of
Fuckin' with them lames, Let me know
Uh huh, Do you wanna take the bus or
The plane? Let me know
Do you wanna get a clutch or
A chain? Let me know
We could slide to the mall, do your thing
Let me know baby, when you sick of
Fuckin' with them lames, Let me know

Yeah, nigga, what the fuck going on?
It's Trinidad motherfuckin' James
With the check-in, Nigga
Yeah, the first nigga drippin' on wax
Huh, yeah, me, nigga, not you
Fuck is you talking 'bout?
One time for my nigga Chuck Inglish
Two times for my nigga Mikey Rocks
Shoutout to all the other niggas
Shoutout to my nigga G
Perico in this motherfucker
You already know Mad Dad in this bitch, nigga
Fuck is you talking 'bout?
Tighten up, get your shit together
Get your money right
Take care of your family
Fuck is you sayin'?
Keep your car clean, keep your rims clean
Nigga dad

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