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Baddest bitch you've ever seen thus far
When we pull up in the car
Every time your nigga see us out he be like "Rah"
Uh, you ain't seen nothing like this before
In the Merc 3-door, boss bitch galore
Sauce dripping on the floor and I keep it raw
Talking like they want more but they're keeping score
Still I'm winning, tight pussy I'm gripping
Baby I'm never tripping, rolling in Gucci linen
I get the bag, I get the bag, I get it done
Still they're talking shit, fam I'll get you bun
Coming from the South side of the slum
Ay, bodybag, bodybag
Yeah I'm killing shit, baddest in the bits
With the clique make a nigga sick, why you on my dick?

I mean you want my clit like you want a hit
Why you talking slick? You ain't with the shits
He's so obsessed man, I've got him in his feelings for real
Said I'm a snack but he tryna eat the cake like a meal
Labels on me like designers, tryna sign me a deal
How you want a housewife when you ain't paying the bills?

Just a hood bitch, coming from the hood, bitch
Just a hood bitch, coming from the, ay
And you know I'm ratchet (And you know dat)
I don't never have it (And you know dat)

I'll be there anytime it starts off
Why you moving like you're 'bout it? Little bitch, park off

Now I'm on a grown ting but you know what it is
Have your jaw rocking like, you want this?
I'm a six foot bitch, I do it big
I don't ever bring no nigga to the crib
Don't holler at the kid
When you ain't doing nothing for your kids
You a pussy and you moving mushy (Moving mushy)
Acting like it's kushtie
Little nigga don't push me
You a fraud and a crook (And a crook)
Don't try take me for no mook boy
Yeah, I'm really with the shits boy
And you know I'm doing bits boy
Playing with me, I ain't no toy
I don't need dick, I've got my own toy
Everybody mad
Everybody mad

Just a hood bitch, coming from the hood, bitch
Just a hood bitch, coming from the, ay
And you know I'm ratchet (And you know that)
I don't never have it (And you know that)

Every day I'm making profit
Never taking losses
Bitch who you think you fucking crossing?
I'm a problem (Who?)
We can get the block rocking, block popping
But I'm busy getting money
Who the fucking you calling honey when you bummy?
Did you pay for the honey?
I don't know man
Fuck these niggas, that's the programme
He tryna fuck me to some slow jams
I just need a hundred more grands

Baddest bitch you've ever seen thus far
When we pull up in the car
Every time your nigga see us out he be like "Rah"
Uh, you ain't seen nothing like this before
In the Merc 3-door
Baddest bitch you've ever seen thus far
When we pull up in the car
Every time your nigga see us out he be like "Rah"
You ain't seen nothing like this before
In the Merc 3-door, boss bitch galore

Just a hood bitch, coming from the hood, bitch
Just a hood bitch, coming from the hood, bitch
Just a hood bitch, coming from the hood, bitch
Just a hood bitch, coming from the hood, bitch
Just a hood bitch, coming from the hood, bitch
Just a hood bitch, coming from the-
And you know I'm ratchet (And you know dat)

I don't never have it (And you know dat)
Just a hood bitch, coming from the hood, bitch
Just a hood bitch, coming from the hood, bitch
Just a hood bitch, coming from the hood, bitch
Just a hood bitch, coming from the hood, bitch
Just a hood bitch, coming from the - hood

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