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    "Bad and Boujee" Lyrics

    Migos feat. Lil Uzi Vert

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    intro

    [Offset]
    You know young rich niggas
    You know so we never really had no old money
    We got a whole lotta new money though, hah
    (If Young Metro don't trust you I'm gon' shoot ya)

    chorus

    Raindrops, drop tops (drop top)
    Smokin' on cookie in the hotbox (cookie)
    Fuckin' on your bitch she a thot, thot, thot (thot)
    Cookin' up dope in the crockpot, (pot)
    We came from nothin' to somethin' nigga (hey)
    I don't trust nobody with the trigger (nobody)
    Call up the gang, they come and get you (gang)
    Cry me a river, give you a tissue (hey)
    My bitch is bad and boujee (bad)
    Cookin' up dope with an Uzi (blaow)
    My niggas is savage, ruthless (savage)
    We got 30's and 100 rounds too (grrah)
    My bitch is bad and boujee (bad)
    Cookin' up dope with an Uzi (dope)
    My niggas is savage, ruthless (hey)
    We got 30's and 100 rounds too (glah)

    verse 1

    Offset, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah
    Rackings on rackings, got backends on backends
    I'm ridin' around in a coupe (coupe)
    I take your bitch right from you (you)
    Bitch I'm a dog, woof (grrr)
    Beat the ho walls loose (hey)
    Hop in the frog, woah (skrt)
    I tell that bitch to come for me (come for me)
    I swear these niggas under me (hey)
    They hate and the devil keep jumpin' me (jumpin' me)
    Bankrolls on me keep me company (cash)
    We did the most, yeah
    Pull up in Ghosts, yeah (woo)
    My diamonds a choker (glah)
    Holdin' the fire with no holster (blaow)
    Rick The Ruler, diamonds cooler (cooler)
    This a Rollie not a Mueller (hey)
    Dabbin' on 'em like the usual (dab)
    Magic with the brick, do voodoo (magic)
    Court side with a bad bitch (bitch)
    Then I send the bitch through Uber (go)
    I'm young and rich and plus I'm boujee (hey)
    I'm not stupid so I keep the Uzi (rrrah)
    Rackings on rackings, got backends on backends
    So my money makin' my back ache
    You niggas got a low Act' rate (Act')
    We from the Nawf, yeah dat way (Nawf)
    Fat cookie blunt in the ash tray (cookie)
    Two bitches, just national smash day (smash)
    Hop in the Lamb', have a drag race (skrt)
    I let them birds take a bath bae (brrrrr)

    chorus

    Raindrops, drop tops (drop top)
    Smokin' on cookie in the hotbox (cookie)
    Fuckin' on your bitch she a thot, thot, thot (thot)
    Cookin' up dope in the crockpot, (pot)
    We came from nothin' to somethin' nigga (hey)
    I don't trust nobody with the trigger (nobody)
    Call up the gang, they come and get you (gang)
    Cry me a river, give you a tissue (hey)
    My bitch is bad and boujee (bad)
    Cookin' up dope with an Uzi (blaow)
    My niggas is savage, ruthless (savage)
    We got 30's and 100 rounds too (grrah)
    My bitch is bad and boujee (bad)
    Cookin' up dope with an Uzi (dope)
    My niggas is savage, ruthless (hey)
    We got 30's and 100 rounds too (glah)

    verse 2

    [Quavo]
    Pour a four, I'm droppin' muddy
    Outer space, KiD CuDi (drank)
    Introduce me your bitch ass wifey and we know she sluttin
    Broke a brick down, nutty buddy, now that nigga duckin
    Don't move too fast I might shoot you (huh?)
    Draco bad and boujee (Draco)
    I'm always hangin' with shooters (brrah)
    Might be posted somewhere secluded (private)
    Still be playin' with pots and pans, call me Quavo Ratatouille
    Run with that sack, call me Boobie (run with it)
    When I'm on stage show me boobies (ay)
    Ice on my neck, I'm the coolest (ice)
    Hop out the suicide with the Uzi (pew-pew-pew)
    I pull up, I pull up, I pull up
    I hop out with all of the drugs in the cooler (skrt)
    I'm cookin', I'm cookin', I'm whippin', I'm whippin'
    Into a rock up, let it lock up (lock up)
    I gave her 10 racks, I told her go shoppin'
    And spend it all at the pop up (ten)
    These bitches they fuck and suck dick
    And they bustin' for Instagram, get your clout up
    Uh, yeah, dat way, float on the track like a Segway (go)
    Yeah, dat way, I used to trap by the subway (trappin')
    Yeah, dat way, young nigga trap with the AK (rrrah)
    Yeah, dat way, big dyke ho get it on, Macy Gray (hey)

    chorus

    [Offset]
    Raindrops, drop tops (drop top)
    Smokin' on cookie in the hotbox (cookie)
    Fuckin' on your bitch she a thot, thot, thot (thot)
    Cookin' up dope in the crockpot, (pot)
    We came from nothin' to somethin' nigga (hey)
    I don't trust nobody with the trigger (nobody)
    Call up the gang, they come and get you (gang)
    Cry me a river, give you a tissue (hey)
    My bitch is bad and boujee (bad)
    Cookin' up dope with an Uzi (blaow)
    My niggas is savage, ruthless (savage)
    We got 30's and 100 rounds too (grrah)
    My bitch is bad and boujee (bad)
    Cookin' up dope with an Uzi (dope)
    My niggas is savage, ruthless (hey)
    We got 30's and 100 rounds too (glah)

    verse 3

    [Lil Uzi Vert]
    Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, my bitch she bad to the bone, ay
    Wait, these niggas watchin', I swear to God they be my clones
    Yeah, hey, huh, switchin' my hoes like my flows (what?)
    Switchin' my flows like my clothes (like what?)
    Keep on shootin' that gun, don't reload
    Ooh, ooh, now she want fuck with my crew
    Cause the money come all out the roof
    Drive the 'Rari, that bitch got no roof (skrt)
    Wait, what kind of 'Rari? 458 (damn)
    All of these niggas, they hate (they hate)
    Try to hide shoot through the gate
    Look, go to the strip club, make it rain (rain)
    So much money they use rakes
    Count 100,000 in your face (in your face)
    Yeah, they put 300 right in the safe
    Met her today, oh
    She talk to me like she knew me, yah
    Go to sleep in a jacuzzi, yah
    Yeah, wakin' up right to a two piece, yah
    Countin' that paper like loose leaf, yah
    Gettin' that chicken with blue cheese, yah
    Yeah, boy you so fake like my collar
    You snakin', I swear to God that be that Gucci, ay
    And you know we winnin' (winnin')
    Yeah, we is not losin'
    Try to play your song, it ain't move me (what?)
    Saw your girl once now she choose me, yeah

    chorus

    [Offset]
    Raindrops, drop tops (drop top)
    Smokin' on cookie in the hotbox (cookie)
    Fuckin' on your bitch she a thot, thot, thot (thot)
    Cookin' up dope in the crockpot, (pot)
    We came from nothin' to somethin' nigga (hey)
    I don't trust nobody with the trigger (nobody)
    Call up the gang, they come and get you (gang)
    Cry me a river, give you a tissue (hey)
    My bitch is bad and boujee (bad)
    Cookin' up dope with an Uzi (blaow)
    My niggas is savage, ruthless (savage)
    We got 30's and 100 rounds too (grrah)
    My bitch is bad and boujee (bad)
    Cookin' up dope with an Uzi (dope)
    My niggas is savage, ruthless (hey)
    We got 30's and 100 rounds too (glah)

    This song was submitted on October 28th, 2016 and last modified on November 23rd, 2016.
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