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fuckkk y’alll - lucretsia lyrics

[intro]
n*gga what
f*ck this sh*t
yo

[chorus]
this b*tches be mad (mad)
i be gettin’ bread (what?)
these b*tches be sad (yeah)
leave that b*tch on read

[verse 1]
i don’t do closets, b*tch, i shine (i shine)
walk in the club, he said “yo’ mine” (mine)
neck on froze, wrist on beam (beam)
he hold my waist, i sip my lean
swipe left on “tinder” (tinder)
i’m nala, you simba (simba)
for desert and dinner (oh)
here’s yo’ cookie n*gga
‘cause who the f*ck trynna nut in my b*tt
come on n*gga what the f*ck
i’m bored, make that d*ck talk
i ain’t lying ‘bout my nut
just to make a n*gga happy
i ain’t thirsty but n*gga
you can be my daddy
so when i be linkin’
he be ain’t no rookie
and now i be comfortable
to make him eat my pretty—
[pre*chorus]
all i rock is designer drip (drip drip)
cash flow heavy, never slip (never slips)
walkin’ in with that k!ller fit
pretty boy next to me, he lit
these n*ggas stay mad
i’m just stacking cash (cash)
they stuck in the past
i’m gone in a flash

[chorus]
this b*tches be mad (mad)
i be gettin’ bread (what?)
these b*tches be sad (yeah)
leave that b*tch on read

[outro]
f*ck this beat
f*ck this sh*t
f*ck you n*gga
and f*ck this sh*t
f*ck this beat
f*ck this sh*t
f*ck you n*gga
and f*ck this sh*t

- lucretsia lyrics

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