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Migos – Bad And Boujee Mixed Lyrics

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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 dont trust you Im gon shoot ya
Hey!

Raindrop, drop top drop top
Smokin on cookie in the hotbox cookie
Fuckin on your bitch she a thot, thot thot
Cookin up dope in the crockpot pot
We came from nothin to somethin nigga hey
I dont trust nobody grip the trigger nobody
Call up the gang, and 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 30s 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 30s and 100 rounds too glah

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Offset, whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo!
Rackings on rackings, got back-ends on back-ends
Im ridin around in a coupe coupe
I take your bitch right from you You
Bitch Im a dog, roof grr
Beat the hoe walls loose hey
Hop in the frog, whoo skrt
I tell that bitch to come comfort me comfort me
I swear these niggas is under me hey
They hate and the devil keep jumpin me jumpin me
Bankrolls on me keep me company cash
Aye, we did the most
Yeah, pull up in Ghosts whoo
Yeah, my diamonds a choker glah
Holdin the fire with no holster blaow
Rick the Ruler, diamonds cooler cooler
This a Rollie, not a Muller hey
Dabbin on em like the usual dab
Magic with the brick, do voodoo magic
Courtside with a bad bitch bitch
Then I send the bitch through Uber go
Im young and rich and plus Im bougie hey
Im not stupid so I keep the Uzi rrah
Rackings on rackings, got back-ends on back-ends
So my money makin my back ache
You niggas got a low acc rate acc
We from the Nawf, yeah, dat way nawf
Fat Cookie blunt in the ashtray cookie
Two bitches, just national smash day smash
Hop in the Lamb, have a drag race skrt
I let them birds take a bath, bathe brr
Raindrop, drop top drop top
Smokin on cookie in the hotbox cookie
Fuckin on your bitch she a thot, thot thot
Cookin up dope in the crockpot pot
We came from nothin to somethin nigga hey
I dont trust nobody grip the trigger nobody
Call up the gang, and 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 30s 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 30s and 100 rounds too glah

Pour a four, Im droppin muddy
Outer space, Kid Cudi drank
Introduce me to your bitch as wifey and we know she sluttin
Broke a brick down, nutted butted, now that nigga duckin
Dont move too fast I might shoot you huh?
Draco bad and boujee draco
Im 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 Im on stage show me boobies ay
Ice on my neck, Im 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 and the good luck skrrt
Im cookin, Im cookin, Im whippin
Im 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 Klout 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 though, Macy Gray hey

Raindrop, drop tops drop top
Smokin on cookie in the hotbox cookie
Fuckin on your bitch she a thot, thot thot
Cookin up dope in the crockpot pot
We came from nothin to somethin nigga hey
I dont trust nobody grip the trigger nobody
Call up the gang, and 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 30s 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 30s and 100 rounds too glah

Yeah, 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, dont 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 strip club, make it rain, yeah
So much money, they use rakes
Count 100 thousand in your face in your face
Yeah, then put 300 right in the safe
Met her today, ooh
She talk to me like she knew me yeah
Go to sleep in a jacuzzi, yeah
Wakin up right to a two-piece yeah
Countin that paper like loose leaf yeah
Gettin that chicken with blue cheese yeah
Boy, you so fake like my collar, you snakin
I swear to God that be that Gucci aye
And you know we winnin winnin
Yeah, we is not losin
Try to play your song, it aint move me what?
Saw your girl once, now she choosin yeah

Raindrop, drop top drop top
Smokin on cookie in the hotbox cookie
Fuckin on your bitch she a thot, thot thot
Cookin up dope in the crockpot pot
We came from nothin to somethin nigga hey
I dont trust nobody grip the trigger nobody
Call up the gang, and 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