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still killed it - 1900rugrat lyrics

[intro]
huh, huh, yeah, huh, huh, huh, yeah
huh, huh, huh, huh, huh

[verse]
i ain’t movin’ if it ain’t about no check, i’m on straight business
i’m f*ckin’ this lil’ ho from the back, b*tch, i got her legs liftin’
boy, i love these hoes, but i hate b*tches
cuh tryna make sure every shot hit, lil’ brodie hate switches
cuh playin’ with brown off the wake up, i ain’t talkin’ ’bout k*cups
choppa do you just like michael jackson, lift your face up
been steppin’ since a jit, p*ssy, come get laced up
that boy crashin’ off the fetty, he been poppin’ fake stuff
every day feel like i’m dreamin’, pray that i don’t wake up
i don’t like to speak too much so sometimes i don’t say enough
got a b*tch the color of hershey’s, lamb’ color, cool whip
baby catchin’ attitude, who you gettin’ rude with?
she say i’m actin’ childish, baby, i’m a cool kid
i just copped a cool kit, arp with cooler kit
i be with them vultures and snakes, huh, wrist since i’m late, uh*huh
huh, frosted flakes, uh*huh, baguettes in the face, huh
both the watches busted down ’cause i ain’t got no time to waste
ain’t nothin but pape’ on my mind today, i ain’t tryna waste my time away
i ain’t even finna call bro today, i’m tryna let my time fly
boy, i was piped out in them bars, but ain’t even got no wi*fi
bunky in here smokin’ twack, it stank, finna slap him down
van sprinter big as h*ll, looks somethin’ like a bright line
i got dog sh*t with me like i stay with greyhounds
we’ll kidnap your lil’ cousin, keep his ass off the playground
that boy, his mama sellin’ p*ssy right there by the super 8
and drop a hundred, have her in here, ass up or face down
i switch off on a wide body and see how a wraith sound
that lil’ p*ssy got nothin’ live, b*tch, i might go eight rounds, uh*uh
still kilt it, yeah, uh*huh, uh*uh, uh*huh, uh*huh
whe*when it’s smoke, ain’t throwin’ in no flare, i’m tryna take it far
b*tch, go walk right through they hood, was spinnin’ ‘fore we had a car
told myself everything i knew, hm, i ain’t never had a father
sh*t i did, but he had kicked me out, then had me to pay his mortgage
they say i changed up, sh*t just got a little different, i ain’t normal
got a new b*tch and she gorgeous, every hotel, top floor
high as f*ck like i saw her
she in here eatin’ my d*ck for thirty minutes, got her jaw sore
don’t be mad about these hoes, boy, that is not yours
uh, uh, yeah, uh, uh, uh
you made your bed you gotta sleep in it, these is not chores
uh, uh, yeah, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
ten millicrisps ‘vette, you might hear the glock roar
p*ssy boy, you not hard, we’ll knock your block off
in the [?] with a flame on me just like some hot sauce
i got all the j’s rockin’, i ain’t talkin’ ’bout top dog
b*tch tryna eat me up at the stage, that’s how she get her rocks off
she talkin’ ’bout i f*ck her in her face, i might just f*ck her jaw off
better not be pump fakin’, gang gon’ pull up with that sawed off
i got these diamond blangin’ in my mouth, look like paul wall
ever since my brother died, i say i’d slide ’til the lord call me
she keep givin’ me them highs, i might just take your wh0re off you
[outro]
come out (hm, yeah, huh)
come out, come out (huh, huh, yeah, huh)
come out, come out (she keep givin’ me them highs)
come out, come out (i might just, uh, yeah)

- 1900rugrat lyrics

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