Juice Kouture - Shoota Lyrics

I mean like I keep telling these dudes like
I'm not no regular bitch
You know and like I don't f*ck with lame ass dudes
And you know they be in my DMs talking bout
Oh lets hang out, let's smoke a blunt, let's get a drink
And yada yada yada yada
And I'm like
What
Like
I'm good
Only f*cking with them dope boys from the hood
Still got money like a real bitch should
I don't wanna hear bout what you could, what you would
I just want the money in your pants and the wood
Only f*cking with them dope boys from the hood
Still got money like a real bitch should
I don't wanna hear bout what you could, what you would
I just want the money in your pants and the wood
Put the money in the bag, this a stick up
I'mma do my lil dance, watch it stick up
And I'mma pull up in that all black pick-up
You ain't getting shit
Boy put your dick up
Cause you aint no shooter
You aint getting bread, no cake and no Gouda
Your new bitch alright
I guarantee im cuter
That bad bitch act she f*cking with
Don't suit her
I just copped me bag
Yea my money be stupid
I ain't lookin for no love
I ain't looking for Cupid
If she sayin she don't know me
Then them bitches be stupid
I'm the one bitch
Yea
And it's never disputed
So I load up the g5
Flyin out to Italia
Sippin on that rose
Ain't talking about Natalia
Now I'm buzzing I'm pouring up that Buchanan's
Chillin up in the sauna
Beach side in a cabana
Hit up Farragamo
Dolce and Gabbana
Then I hit up Gucci
Cop Emilio Pucci
Pop out with my bitches
We wetter than Chattahoochee
And I skate on bitches
(Call me Kristi Yamaguchi)
I got that shit that make them boys go nuts
Call him butterflies
I can feel it in my guts
If you tryna pull up
You could find me in the cuts
How could you fumble the baddest
You such a klutz
These hood bitches I f*ck with don't play
That's Fresno, that's Sac Town
Yellin' all the way from the Bay
That's AVL, that's Bakers
Ion f*ck w the fakers
Gettin more bread than the bakers
I'm in LA at the Lakers
Cause I ball out
'Bad Bitch" what they call out
Bitches call me Black Ops
Better watch out if we fall out
Ion give not 1 f*ck, not two f*cks, not three
No faggot in the 559 badder than me
Yea I said it cause
I'm good
Only f*cking with them dope boys from the hood
Still got money like a real bitch should
I don't wanna hear bout what you could, what you would
I just want the money in your pants and the wood
Only f*cking with them dope boys from the hood
Still got money like a real bitch should
I don't wanna hear bout what you could, what you would
I just want the money in your pants and the wood
Hoes mad hoodie
Chillin with your daddy and I'm playin w his woodie
Pull up to the function
All the bitches playin Woodie
All the dudes rollin up
I lick my lips like "Oh Goody"
Yea I'm goodie uh
Play boi bunny
I gets to the money
Dripped in Versace
Somebody call up Gianni
Hit up Galliano
Hit up Donatella
Need some white bitches
I Hit up Gigi and Bella
I'm wasted, Casa Migos by the bottle
Gave a head start, now I'm in full throttle
You bitches soft, Plato, Aristotle
Salute when I come through
I am your role model
Coke bottle, pushing the sports model
I got em shaking in their boots, toddle
Give more brain than USC
Get the glove, beat it up like UFC
Uh
I'm good
Only f*cking with them dope boys from the hood
Still got money like a real bitch should
I don't wanna hear bout what you could, what you would
I just want the money in your pants and the wood
Haha like is that too much to ask
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