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lirik lagu k carbon - jealous ass bitch

[chorus]
i got big racks bussin’ out this bag with your mad ass
i’m the baddest b~tch that n~gga ever had, that’s all fake
balenciaga, celine prada tags, pay riches outta racks
i’ma post a picture poppin’ sh~t’cause that’s gon’ keep you mad
jealous ass b~tch (mad)
jealous ass b~tch, you a jealous ass b~tch
jealous ass b~tch, you a jealous ass b~tch
jealous ass b~tch, you a jealous ass b~tch
hoe, jealous ass b~tch

[verse 1]
ice, hitting up, a hundred some shots in suburban trucks
she been talking sh~t but i never heard of her
she say she don’t like me but she lurking too
hold on this outfit alone i’m worrying what you working for
you got inna with me then that’s personal
you ain’t really on sh~t, sweet b~tch
you must think you can’t get hurt or something
b~tch, i might just find out where you work or somеthin’
and pull up to your job, catch you clockin’ in
and beat you out your shirt or somethin’
b~tches mad, b~tchеs p~ssed what they make a year on my wrist
i’m gettin’ ass, gettin’ thick, bet eatin’ calamari and sh~t
drink this dulce to the bottom, i’m countin’ up cash so i’m buyin’
you ain’t havin’, you be floggin’, why you mad instead of talkin’?
[verse 2]
huffin’ the start, poppin’ sh~t and sh~ttin’ on these messy hoes
how you always high as f~ck, but your bank account low?
call me oxford gloss’cause when i’m done i’m finna up the score
summertime to summer’s mine i’m hotter than a bachelore
money on me, i keep spending all this money on me
a n~gga want me, this n~gga on me get him off me
these b~tches jealous cuz i’m pretty
know not to play because i’m with it
said i’m p~ssy strictly d~ckly, i ain’t never been no pygmy
you ain’t gon’ never see me walkin’, i call black trusts to come get me
i don’t race for second place i don’t, b~tch sh~t just don’t fit
and i don’t gotta rap about guns, just know i got em, b~tch don’t tell me
just want me to turn yo ass to a memory

[verse 3]
post a pic without a filter in the wig
make these b~tches mad
never needed surgery
but rich n~ggas be on my ass
can’t even say i’m smoking on my eyes
cause i be smoking kick ass
don’t ever say you got some beef with me
with y’all lil broken hoes
cut from a cloth that i wouldn’t wipe my ass with
bumping that new future getting head from my past tense
told em kiss my ass and got a bag and they be mad
triple of my rent is what i’m making for my bag keep
all them tiny b~tches topping me is when they give me face
i can switch it up so much can rock a natural or a lace
got my name up in they mouth oh yeah they loving how it taste
b~tch we young and getting money and we pulling up with drapes
[verse 4]
she on my phone about a n~gga
guess what, b~tch he here
to get this hoe a life alert
she said she need some help
get your feelings off the ground
you know this n~gga gettin’ around
walk in the room, i’m real loud
but that sh~t’s on smoke bout a pound
b~tches mad, they talkin’ down
me gettin’ money, make hoes frown
all you hoes gotta do is play
f~ck, f~ck, lettin’ off round
you a jealous ass b~tch, that’s for the town
you got some ass, you a little harassed b~tch
i ain’t got no cop or been around

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