Molly Brazy Lyrics – Little Booty

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Lil Booties Matter

Squat made the beat
Go Grizz
Winner circle

Aye
I put my bag into it (Yeah)
I fuck with real rich niggas with that bag included (Bag included)
Take yo nigga with no problem
I’ma bad influence (I’ma bad influence)
Put that pussy on a nigga
Put my back into it
Aye
Lil booties matter (Uh huh)
Lil booties matter (Yeah)
Take a nigga check
‘Cause them lil booties matter (Yeah, matter)
Lil booties matter (Uh huh)
Lil booties matter (Yeah)
All the rich niggas love me ’cause them lil booties matter (Yeah)

Slim waist, make a nigga chase, period sis (Period sis)
Say, don’t hit my line unless the money serious sis (Money serious sis)
If it ain’t money talking to me I ain’t hearing it (I ain’t hearing it)
Yo nigga broke
Be talking bout a check, but never clearing it sis (Never clearing it)
He say “How much cash you like?”
I say “How big do it get?” (How big)
Tease him right to say goodnight
He ain’t hear from me since (He ain’t – No)
Make that nigga throw straight dollars
Like he make no cents (Nope)
If he ain’t with it
Get to fuck em, I can make yo friends
Like
Back that ass up (Back that ass up)
This a small motherfucker I still back that ass up (Yuh)
Got a card? Give it here, so I can max that ass up (Yuh)
Lil booty and he still tryna grab this ass up (Tryna grab it, nah)

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I put my bag into it (Yeah)
I fuck with real rich niggas with that bag included (Bag included)
Take yo nigga with no problem (Yeah)
I’ma bad influence (I’ma bad influence)
Put that pussy on a nigga
Put my back into it
Aye
Lil booties matter (Uh huh)
Lil booties matter (Yeah)
Take a nigga check
‘Cause them lil booties matter (Yeah, matter)
Lil booties matter (Uh huh)
Lil booties matter (Yeah)
All the rich niggas love me ’cause them lil booties matter (Yeah)

Duffel bags with me when I hit the strip (When I hit the strip)
I got cake, somebody make a wish (Uh huh)
Cameras flashing, everybody taking pics
‘Cause they know who really on they shit (Uh huh)
Acting out in public (Public)
Ratchet, but they love it (They love it)
In that hell cat, blowing lights like I’m rushing (Skrrt)
All my bitches buzzing (They buzzing)
And all my niggas studding (Studding, long)
Who really brought more chicken than the KFC bucket (Uh huh)
Get out my face (My face)
Give me some space (Uh)
We spray drakes not mace okay? (Okay?)
Grizz behave, you a fool for this one
Got me twerking, I’ma make these niggas choose with this one
We can’t lose with this one
They upping tools for this one
And I put that on my motherfucking soul they ain’t missing
Yeah
Ralph Rucci (Rucci)
Finna make a movie (A movie)
Booty might be little, but I got something juicy (Juicy)