Bougie Hoes

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Bougie Hoes by YFG FATSO

Bougie Hoes Lyrics

Yeah
Come on
Yeah
Come on
Reaper's own
Yeah
You know how the fuck we coming
Come on
Yeah
They know what we doing
It's five dollars right there
Hey, come here
Come on
Yeah
Hey
Hey, look, I been doing this shit for a, for a little second
You know?
I done saw niggas squashing and shit
Yeah
It ain't really shit but enough competition
It's only me in this bitch for real
Come on
Bougie bitch want high Chanel, and I'm gon' buy it for her
Check my schedule, scratch that shit off, I got time for her
You fuck with the riches, they ain't
Gon' treat you how I treat you, baby
All them niggas bitch, they in your past, we ain't got time for 'em
Brand new AP on my wrist, I shine for it
Oh wait, brand new AP on my wrist, I grind for it
I put work in for this shit, no sleep, bitch, I spent time for it
Okay
You talking 'bout all these bands, bitch, I...
Come on
Come on
You talking 'bout all these bands, bitch, you gon' work for this
You talking 'bout all these hundreds, ho, you gon' twerk for this
Call the tailor, cut that shit off, bae, fix up your skirt for this
This little ho way too thick, I need a Perc for this
We cut up niggas quick, we on some surgeon shit
Bulletproof the black truck, GTA style, this Insurgent whip
Hand in hand, they high as when they
Walk in, that's how my surgeons get
Burn my mans, I bet I won't fuck her
Again, she made me learn some shit
Bands, bands, bands, bands on bands, okay, I done burned that shit
You want me to drive it in V, you can leave it
On me, but just know I'ma swerve this bitch
We finna jump out on three, hit his ass with the
Glee, but just make sure you burn that bitch
Hey, there go the J, D telling me keep it
Pushing while I'm on some nervous shit
Guns on guns on twisters, Drac got
A hung, we ready to purge some shit
Crip fucked up and he was trying to feed
His moms, he went on the third again
Fifteen plus and a young nigga get him a head
So he out trying to murder some shit
Doc' said lost they love, lil' bro
Creep up, he ain't on no burglar shit
Fah, fah, fah, fah, fah, that's what your words'll get
Fah, fah, fah, fah, fah, that's how we murdered the bitch
Hey, sirens coming, grab the Drac, Lil D, I'm finna turn this bitch
I been had rank, they can't take that
From me, but you gotta learn this shit
Fah, fah, fah, fah, fah, that's what your words'll get
Fah, fah, fah, fah, fah, that's how we murdered the bitch
Hey, sirens coming, grab the Drac, Lil D, I'm finna turn this bitch
I been had rank, they can't take that
From me, but you gotta learn this shit
Bougie bitch want high Chanel, and I'm gon' buy it for her
Check my schedule, scratch that shit off, I got time for her
You fuck with the riches, they ain't
Gon' treat you how I treat you, baby
All them niggas bitch, they in your past, we ain't got time for 'em
Bougie bitch want high Chanel, and I'm gon' buy it for her
Check my schedule, scratch that shit off, I got time for her
You fuck with the riches, they ain't
Gon' treat you how I treat you, baby
All them niggas bitch, they in your past, we ain't got time for 'em

From the album: A Reaper's Ceremony