lirik lagu saint (z)uko - cheetah creepers
[intro]
(do you answer when you see a dead body?)
uh—oh, yeah
yeah, yeah (give me my motherf~ckin’ cup)
yo, yeah (d~mn, nino, that’s fire)
[chorus]
she wanna touch my six pack (six pack)
i got a glock, n~gga, get back (back)
i got a glock where my d~ck at (back, back)
oh, you got a blunt? let me hit that (woah)
oh, you got some cash? let me get that (okay)
there’s thirty right there where the clip at (uh~huh)
i’ma k!ll him on cam like dipset (blrr)
i’m bool in the trap, smokin’ p~ss pack (ayy)
big booty b~tch, let me hit that (yeah)
oh, you in your feelings, won’t get back (won’t get back)
we’ll get in blood, lil’ buddy, i’m f~ckin’ your b~tch, you a scrub, lil’ buddy
i’m on them drugs, woadie, i f~ck a b~tch, ain’t no love, brodie (yеah)
i’m on that sh~t, sir, i f~ck a b~tch ’til my d~ck hurt (let’s go)
give me your sh~t, sir, i need that chain and that wrist, sir (wait, wait, wait)
look at that wrist work, trap housе look like fifth third (ayy)
look at that wrist work, trap house look like fifth third
[verse]
you call me mister, all my jeans got zippers
i put that stick in the back of that masi’ (back, back, go)
break dress code, i ain’t go to college
yeah, b~tch, on my capital one, n~gga, what’s in your wallet? (what’s in your wallet, fool?)
soon as your ho start goin’, i hope you know you cannot stop it (stop it)
shootin’ dope ’til the mornin’, i ain’t smokin’ exotic (shoot it up, shoot it up)
yeah, i’m a real scat boy, that’s why she pass me a roxy (ayy), yo
[chorus]
she wanna touch my six pack (my six pack)
i got a glock, n~gga, get back (get back)
i got a glock where my d~ck at (back, back)
oh, you got a blunt? let me hit that (let me hit that)
oh, you got some cash? let me get that (let me get that)
there’s thirty right there where the clip at (uh~huh)
i’ma k!ll him on cam like dipset (k!ll him)
i’m bool in the trap, smokin’ p~ss pack (yeah)
big booty b~tch, let me hit that (yeah)
oh, you in your feelings, won’t get back (won’t get back)
we’ll get in blood, lil’ buddy, i’m f~ckin’ your b~tch, you a scrub, lil’ buddy
i’m on them drugs, woadie, i f~ck a b~tch, ain’t no love, brodie (yeah)
i’m on that sh~t, sir, i f~ck a b~tch ’til my d~ck hurt (ayy, nino, drop that sh~t blood, woah)
give me your sh~t, sir, i need that chain and that wrist, sir (give me that wrist)
look at that wrist work, trap house look like fifth third
look at that wrist work, trap house look like fifth third (count it up, count it up, count it up, count it up)
[outro]
i put that stick in the back of that masi’ (bleh, bleh, bleh)
break dress code, i ain’t go to college (cra~crashout boyz)
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