Lyrics Stupid - BbyMutha

Stupid

Dandy:
Put your phone down, nigga, get off the booty app!
it’s a real bitch coming to
the mic and she only gon' speak once, so think twice, bitch.
It’s bbymutha back
in that ass from the '89 to the '18.
from the 423 to the 404, open that ass!
Split a bitch lace, put the glocky to ya frontal
I’m a presidential bitch, you just a donald, i’m obama
Imma suck it til he cum
Imma spit it on his stomach
I delete the nigga number
Let him catch me on the come up
I been workin, i been plottin, i been sexin for a check
Let a pussy nigga rob me, now its numbers on his neck
Ion gotta flex
Flexin is for niggas with them tiny dicks
Pistol in ya bootyhole, i’m tired of bitches talkin shit
Cocaine residue
Juicy pussy, honeydew
You ain’t gotta talk a lot
Just show me what that money do
And if that money don’t it ain’t no need for conversation
Ion got a lotta patience, baby time is being wasted
Time is money, money talks
I’m like what you wanna talk about?
Chillin on the couch, i’m bout to let my demons smoke me out
That reggie you be smoking got you acting all delusional
My foot all on you bitches necks
Leave you with a contusion, hoe
Hook
Broke niggas can’t do nothin for me
And you stupid if you thinkin imma fuck you for free
Wack bitches always tryna put they weight on me
And you stupid if you sit up here and hate on me
Roll another blunt
Ya baby mama on my nerves again
Keep ya hoe in check if she can’t say it with her chest
I got bigger titties
You not fuckin with me
I’m a muthafucka
Bby fuckin mutha
Ion want you bitch, i want ya brother
Smoking bigger trees
Put a christmas gift up under me
Thought you was the hardest bitch
But all you do is run from me
Lookin for revenge, you stupid niggas tried to stunt on me
I’m bout to be a millionaire
I’m shittin on you stunningly
Back to back
Always in the trap
You can come for me
I suggest you invest in a vest i keep a gun on me
Dick appointments with your baby daddy
He have fun with me
You more than welcome if you wanna join
I ain’t boring
I’m a bad bitch, nigga you can’t kill me
I fuck with crystals, you could never ex pill me
I’m tryna spend a lil money on a bad lil stripper bitch
Throw a lil party on that pussy if she with the shit
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