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ted bundy - biggkutt8 lyrics

[chorus]
i’mma k!ll the p*ssy every time i hit it, like ted bundy
trap took up my whole schedule, got a preacher to serve this sunday
b*tch better eat before she come, i don’t wanna hear sh*t ’bout you hungry
these labels been scared to sign a n*gga, they know i’m livin’ the sh*t i’m recording
this b*tch can’t stay at the b&b if she ain’t, f*ckin’, cookin’ or cleanin’
anything go against this 8 sh*t, that’s comittin’ treason
i knew i was lit when i walked down the altar and then i served the deacon
when i catch lil’ what’s*his*namе, this b*tch gon’ leave the city griеvin’

[verse]
brodie ass’ll tip*toe and get up close, like a ballerina
in miami with my lil’ uzi and a b*tch who look like caresha
had to f*ck this lil’ b*tch raw, that lil’ p*ssy get aquafina
wherever i go, i’m movin’ militant, bring the choppa to argentina
that lil’ p*ssy wet like a water faucet, but i’m f*cked up ’bout how you eat it
all grams, it ain’t no f*ckin’ scam, but this sh*t look like we [?]
check the score, we so up on the f*ckin’ opps, it look like we cheatin’
if i let you hit this dead opp with me, you might hear that n*gga screamin’
[?] with speed, any b*tch i need, i ain’t never seen it, n*gga
my choppa a bad b*tch and she independent, this b*tch’ll leave a n*gga
i was in 10th grade, i was tryna f*ck on my english teacher
tryna walk down and give a n*gga straight shots, this not no margarita
i can swipe for bodies with my credit, n*gga, i don’t need no visa
i can box it up and get it to your doorstep, like a f*ckin’ pizza
i feel just like kay flock, walk a b*tch down in brand new designer sneakers
last n*gga got hit in the f*ckin’ neck, that f*ck n*gga barely breathin’
ain’t no rollin’ over, pass me the controller, i’mma show you how to play it
if i don’t get rich, it’s probably a good chance i’m goin’ to the feds
my n*gga trickin’ and he ain’t no ho, but he’ll catch head for bread
get your b*tch back, p*ssy ain’t hittin’ on sh*t, n*gga, i just got head instead
[chorus]
i’mma k!ll the p*ssy every time i hit it, like ted bundy
trap took up my whole schedule, got a preacher to serve this sunday
b*tch better eat before she come, i don’t wanna hear sh*t ’bout you hungry
these labels been scared to sign a n*gga, they know i’m livin’ the sh*t i’m recording
this b*tch can’t stay at the b&b if she ain’t, f*ckin’, cookin’ or cleanin’
anything go against this 8 sh*t, that’s comittin’ treason
i knew i was lit when i walked down the altar and then i served the deacon
when i catch lil’ what’s*his*name, this b*tch gon’ leave the city grievin’

- biggkutt8 lyrics

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