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No Boujee Hoes lyrics by Lil Toonk

Intro: R4our
What?
I don’t like the bougie hoes, huh, uh, huh
Gang, huh

Chorus: R4our
I don’t like the bougie hoes. I like the hoes that’s on my dick
Oh, he thought his ho wasn’t goin’, come around, straight jaws and dick
Oh he still postin’ throwback scams, that shit there make me sick
They did somethin’ back in, might go drum line like I fuck with Nick

Verse 1: R4our
Went through her phone and seen me sideways and I know he feelin’ sick
If I ever go broke, ran to the plug, I’m back lit
All I know is take down before I ever ask for shit
Locked in with Lil Toonk, we goin’ up like where thе other bricks?

Verse 2: Lil Took
Huh, okay, I’m tryna slide through Jackson
Rap nigga, we tryna catch his ass lackin’
My gun on mе, know I’m pistol packin’
He died, we gave his lil’ bitch ass a nap
Try a chance for the rap but he keep on trappin’
Slidin’ opp blocks, we let ‘em have it
I’m on the block, gun down in some Lanvins
Gang, slide, huh, me and big folk pull up too deep
Nigga dissin’, like who gon’ shoot me?
Bad lil’ bitch love to give out the drop, get the drop and I buy you a two piece
Gang, when I catch Mr. Lack, doin’ his ass dumb, but I still got love for lil’ 2B
Know I’m locked in with Prada, Chanel, the swag, get that drop and I buy you some CC’s, okay
Get that drop, yeah, I’m tryna spin, new hot box, this is a fin
Yeah, I might pop out with the 19s but I love to pop out with the gen
B&B told the bitch bring her friend, got a wristband, now your ass can’t get in
I’m with some Bloods and rolled down some 20s and 60s, yeah, we got a whole lot of gens
Lil’ bro ass tried to run, got knocked with the 9, I’ll double back, hit with the 10
My Instagram models keep screamin’ out, „Eye for an eye for an eye,” these hoes is tens
Spin an opp block in the geeked up Benz
Carti’, you know I paid like a ten
Barbie, you know that she bringin’ a friend
Lightsaber, we’ll make a nigga ass get in

Verse 2: R4our
I know you smell that, that’s that turf
Tried to run, got hit with the 7.62s in the back, made his ass burp
All of my bitches be fine, juristic and classy, I hit from the back, make her squirt
Yeah, lil’ bro dissed, now his ass popped up, died, he on his ma dukes merch
Okay, one, two, three, four, bitch, that’s who I’m with
I’m out in Houston, shit, with lil’ Poppin’ and we with a label, he throwin’ up 6
I love the way that the flat back twerk, okay, but I got a brand-new switch
I love the way that the micro Drac’ be spittin’, he was screamin’, I know he was hit

Chorus: R4our
Huh, I don’t like the bougie hoes. I like the hoes that’s on my dick
Oh, he thought his ho wasn’t goin’, come around, straight jaws and dick
Oh he still postin’ throwback scams, that shit there make me sick
They did somethin’ back in, might go drum line like I fuck with Nick