Lyrics Courvoisier - Abby Jasmine
Let
it
grow,
let
it,
let
I
like
niggas
who
don't
ask
to
hit
my
blunt,
yeah
(I
do)
I
like
bank
roses
on
the
cloths
and
pound
up
in
trunk
I
know
hood
niggas
that
will
fuck
you
up
(I
know,
I
know,
I
know)
Bitch
you
only
took
a
sip,
how
you
already
drunk
(bitch)
I
don't
like
molly,
don't
like
no
percocets,
I'd
rather
smoke
one
My
ex
think
that
I'm
comin'
back,
I
told
him
boy
you
so
dumb
I
call
you
little
bitch,
but
nigga
you
a
whole
one
(bitch)
Whole
one
(bitch)
Ho
(bitch)
Ho
wait
(bitch)
Give
me
the
Courvoisier,
bitch
Put
it
in
my
cup,
bitch
Why
you
tryna
front,
bitch
I
be
in
my
bag,
yeah
I
heard
you
used
to
be
poppin',
you
gonna
win,
no
set
And
my
niggas
keep
that
ammo
like
Its
Baghdad
And
I
feel
like
Dr.
Phil
in
my
bag
bag
You
don't
know
how
to
treat
women,
had
a
bad
dad
I
don't
really
like
these
niggas,
man
I'm
mad
mad
Where
this
money
comin'
in
me,
I'm
like
God
damn
Had
to
give
my
shit
up
to
a
nigga
who
ain't
had
his
licks
up
Taught
a
niggas
how
to
trap
and
now
he
taught
his
bitch,
yeah
I
don't
really
get
this
shit,
my
nigga,
I'm
too
lit
yeah
Gucci
on
my
face
and
on
waist
and
on
his
dick,
yeah
How
you
tryna
play
a
bitch,
you
playin'
like
the
Knicks
yeah
She
think
I'm
a
lesbian
the
way
she
meet
my
fist,
yeah
I
can't
stop
until
I
got
a
house
up
on
my
wrist,
yeah
I
saw
you
a
fool
but
I
would
rather
pull
the
lip
yeah
Pass,
the
Courvoisier,
bitch
Put
it
in
my
cup,
bitch
Why
you
tryna
front,
bitch
I
be
in
my
bag,
yeah
I
heard
you
used
to
be
poppin',
you
gonna
win,
no
set
And
my
niggas
keep
that
ammo
like
Its
Baghdad
And
I
feel
like
Dr.
Phil
in
my
bag
bag
You
don't
know
how
to
treat
women,
had
a
bad
dad
I
don't
really
like
these
niggas,
man
I'm
mad,
mad
(I
like
niggas
who
don't
ask
to
hit
my
blunt)
(I
do)
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