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Hoodrat Lyrics[Verse 1]
I'm not introverted, I'm just into fuckin', baby, I'm not into flirting
Drop the addy, let me come and see that shit in person
Beat it up and now she walkin' with a limp, she hurtin'
Buy a bag, that's 4K, 'cause she picture perfect, and she into purses
All the whips are German, but we ain't been to Berlin
Sunday and she on her knees, she ain't been to service
I hope they get what I mean and they don't misinterpret
You can take the car, beg you watch the rims
I'm wearing Van Cleef, now she droppin' hints
Said her name inside a song, she been poppin' since
Pretty baddie, but she bad at takin' compliments
Think she lackin' confidence
I try be humble but the jewelry make it obvious
I'm sorry in advance to anybody that I'm up against
Bad bitch, need a punishment
Ass up and face the consequence
Two hands behind her back, she under arrest
Don't say nothin', may harm your defence
Anything you do say is given evidence
Mummy knows she menacing, daddy think she innocent
Manicure, pedicure, she fresher than a mannequin
Tell the captain "Stop the yacht and drop the anchor in"
She can't be a homebody, 'cause she travelin'
Saint-Tropez, Saint Barts, Amalfi Coast, I make it happen

[Chorus]
I'm just a hoodrat
Does your mummy know I used to push crack?
Would she love me if my hairline push back?
What about if I never could rap?
I'm gettin' money, I can't look down
See them creepin' in my rear, I put my foot down
Of course I gotta' make my hood proud
If she wouldn't fuck me then I bet she would
If she wouldn't fuck me then I bet she would now

[Verse 2]
I bet she would, we be riding, seat recline, I'd be lyin'
If I said that I'd be going back to my hood, now it's Hollywood
Remember on the phone to my mum like "we gon' be good"
Now we in the crib with a chef, she ain't gotta cook
My accountant told me chill, I be spending a lot guap
I had to send her back an email, "This money ain't gonna stop"
Quarter milli on my jewels and I've given back to the block
I'm in control of a lot, I'm crossing over the pond
Don't know what's wrong with these dons
They offerin' suttin dumb
Mum told me "Stop saying hoe" but it's rolling off of my tongue
Shorty caught me cheating, I just buy a bag, put her feet in white Saint
Then she gon' brush it under the rug
I don't mind if she lying, say that it's love
The opps washed but they're in denial
Bussin' blanks like they're infertile
You don't wanna fly alone? Bring your girlfriend
Her pussy well kept, and she well dressed
Chanel, 500 dollars on your nail tech, it's in your CashApp
We can get Tiffany pearls, we can go Beverly Hills
Amina Muaddi, the heels, we can go Bali as well
She spent 3 hours getting dressed, I think she self-obsessed
That could've been us, but she failed the test
She tellin' everyone she fucked me, that ain't nothin' to be proud of
Babygirl, I'm for the street — my body count, I've lost count
I ain't the man of your dreams
I ain't the man of your-

[Chorus]
I'm just a hoodrat
Does your mummy know I used to push crack?
Would she love me if my hairline push back?
What about if I never could rap?
I'm gettin' money, I can't look down
See them creepin' in my rear, I put my foot down
Of course I gotta' make my hood proud
If she wouldn't fuck me then I bet she would
If she wouldn't fuck me then I bet she would now