Classy Bitch Songtext

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Classy Bitch Songtext
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I like 'em red, fresh out of college
She ain't [?] she ain't got no mileage
Off white drip, she don't need no stylist
Just got a degree, still work at [?]
Classy bitch but I like her body
Bad lil bitch, she so exotic
Scrolling on her IG, she know where to find me
But I'm tryna picture how she ride it
I met her in the club, we the only niggas in here giving out dubs
You gotta be a baller, she ain't giving out hugs
I'm a big dog, baby you ain't fucking with a scrub
Big crib on the hill, Versace on the rug
When I walk up in the building еverybody show me love
Corvеtte go "vroom," make the thot give it up

I'm so sick and tired of these basic hoes
They don't know how to fuck me
But I bet you do, I put you in a [?]
It look like we wrestling
Twelve on my ass, I been trapping in different clothes
You go through my messages
Why is you scrolling and looking at different hoes?
All them bitches irrelevant
I got ten bands, I'm tryna fuck right now
She want love, don't wanna cuff right now
[?] tell me who wanna fight now
VIP in the club, nigga you won't pipe down
Be quiet, real G's move in silence I find that shit real ironic
I was ducking bad boys selling narcotics
Now I pull up in a X6 big body
Niggas owe me money, better pay me by Friday
I still trap bitch, what you need? I got it
Big bank roll can't fit in my pocket
I'm the plug, chop a black belt karate
New Q8, let's fuck in the Audi
[?] if it don't make a profit
Them niggas that be killing shit, I keep 'em right beside me
[?]

I like a red bitch one hundred
Boss bitch who run it
Good dick, she run it
I play with her mind, got her cumming
She said "When we getting this money?"
In other words she ain't no dummy
The whip at least a hundred
Cash, no lease, you know how she coming
I like 'em bad
I like the type of bitch come with a bag
Not the type that's just gon' beg for a bag
[?] but she still got class
Running up a sack, [?] like a quarterback
Hair down her back, ain't no telling if it's [?]
Rich niggas only type of niggas she attract
Shorty got a check, that's a motherfucking fact
Look like heaven when you hit it from the back
(Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh)
I ain't never seen ass bounce like that
She's the type of bitch never bounce no check
Lips so fat, cat so wet
Nigga gon' try to wife that off back
Send her overseas [?]
[?] and her ass don't match

I like 'em red, fresh out of college
She ain't [?] she ain't got no mileage
Off white drip, she don't need no stylist
Just got a degree, still work at [?]
Classy bitch but I like her body
Bad lil bitch, she so exotic
Scrolling on her IG, she know where to find me
But I'm tryna picture how she ride it
I met her in the club, we the only niggas in here giving out dubs
You gotta be a baller, she ain't giving out hugs
I'm a big dog, baby you ain't fucking with a scrub
Big crib on the hill, Versace on the rug
When I walk up in the building everybody show me love
Corvette go "vroom," make the thot give it up