lirik lagu killsaint - kutta
(intro)
yeah! uh huh (say what)
boop! boop! boop! (lets go) boop! boop! boop! boop! boop! boop! boop!
that b~tch gone drop her pants, cause she know i’m the man
cause she know, cause she know (woo)
let’s go (p~ssy) slatt (buh, boop! boop! boop! boop! boop! boop! boop! boop! boop! boop!) (p~ssy! f~ck)
white hoe
yeah yeah i’m with a white hoe (yeah)
she eat the d~ck up like nachos (uh huh)
we riding round with the top off (fah)
this hoe on her knees (ah ah), she on her knees (yuh)
wipe ya nose make a n~gga go to sleep
she popping pills, smoking this hoe getting geeked
i keep a kutta with me make a f~ck n~gga bleed
hit that hoe from the back, put her to sleep (put her to sleep)
yeah we got queso, yeah we got cheese
she pull down the pants the b~tch like “omg”
she choke on the sh~t the b~tch can’t even breathe (eugh)
my shooter so slimy that kutta go sneeze (fah)
f~ck what he say we ain’t making no pleas (no no)
i got his hoe on my d~ck she a freak
sh~t, hotboxed the whip n~gga can’t even see (what what)
pull up to ya block make a f~ck n~gga bleed (boop boop)
ice on my neck, need a coat yeah i’m freezing (i need me it, need me it, need me it) spend it and make it back, yeah this sh~t easy
hoe go through my phone cause the b~tch think i’m cheating
i popped me a bean and i landed on venus
hoe stop all that talking come eat up this p~n~s
dont get attached girl, i prolly might leave ya
hop out the van, send a n~gga to jesus
i’m in l.a i’m f~cking on these valley hoes (valley hoe)
she ain’t ever seen no swag like this
you a broke boy, can’t afford this fit
if her friend bad, i might cut that b~tch (cut that b~tch, cut that b~tch)
and i got 20k right on my wrist (lets go) and i got overseas hoes on my d~ck (overseas) buddy keep talking get hit with the bl!ck (buh! buh!) that’s a bad b~tch, ok she getting hit (lets gl) (buh boop!)
i got these racks fasho, i got these racks fasho (yah!)
v12, yeah ya can’t catch me (lets go lets go)
f~ck n~gga get smoked like some cancer (lets go lets g~)
f~ck the b~tch so bad she can’t stand up (ah ah)
you ain’t got racks, get ya bands up (get ya bands up)
come in wit fye, put ya hands up (put ya hands up)
finna throw out some money, she dancing (she dancing)
made a mess on the floor, this hoe nasty (she nasty)
i’m bending this hoe like some plastic (lets go)
this sh~t could get tragic (yeah)
hop out the truck them young n~ggas start blasting (foo! whoo!)
this not no regular sh~t, its a patek (ok) got bands in my pocket, thats why my pants sagging
f~ck on this b~tch and send her back home
we aim neck up, take that vest off
i’m pushing the gt like its nascar
she got on some skims, she a bad broad (slatt)
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