Keefe - Bombae lyrics

Gettin mula, Money.. this sh** is kinda funny Woman tryna run me, pockets be lookin hungry... Thick & Fluffy, fat b**hes they chubby Eat the greeen like I'm lucky, talented never s**y Better busty, never f** wita crusty.. Clean chickens they pluck me sh** is REAL homie, & Local n***as is rusty Decompose the flows, my sh** battering dusty Trust me, My Wit is ugly Toms rockin, chickens be co*k flockin Fake n***as, be jockin Dick ridin & hoppin Tell'em snitchin ta stop it f** a thoughts You are Rottin Gold dig-gin b**hes, keep'a trick outta pocket Snappy, Dapper Impudent Teachin cats who r foolish Breedin cla** like a student & I'm.. Speedin fast like I zooted Never back ta be booted And I'm flashy, secluded Paradox, you's a fool & My mind Sight Ima set it, blind date You like a primate, in the jungle I mate That mean you p**y, better yet some timed weight Runnin minutes pa** mine, windin find fate The world is mine, & everything in it Live it, Cause sh** is different I'mma just keep it spinnin Hoes sinnin, never do catchin feelins Stick my pen in her livin, fill'er up like a fillin I let'er kno, My co*k hates sweaters So she jerk it slow. It overflow Make'r twerk it tho Never loosen bowls But I make the kitten flow Makin money daily, yeah I'm tryna stack the dough End the goodtimes, My mind bent cookin up some good rhymes Tryna cross perfection like a thin line Scope the bullsh** like I confine the red signs Bombay doe, Putchu hoes out, Bedtime....