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cant fwu - mia curt lyrics

[intro]
yeah

[verse 1]
lil’*lil’ n*ggas talkin’ crazy, better pipe down
crazy, i probably gotta die to put the pipe down, yeah
live by the gun, die by that b*tch, you know?
told auntie crack k!lls, b*tch, you better put the pipe down
perc 30, thirty minutes ago, it should bite now
i heard that b*tch got some wap, i’m tryna try now
let me find out
i heard n*ggas talkin’ down, let me find out
n*gga ain’t take you to the bas*m*nt when i walked you down
n*gga, we ain’t in no bathroom, i ain’t gon’ stall you out
chopper ring at a n*gga crib, i ain’t gon’ call you out

[verse 2]
standin’ ten toes with my n*ggas, ain’t no standing down
you the type to— okay
you the type to go to a party and only stand around
every time wе hit a n*gga block, it’s always playin’ down
every time we hit a n*gga block, it’s a man down
ain’t no rеgrets, n*gga, i said what i said now
n*gga said he slidin’ so it’s one in the head now
one for your head down, one, it’s a man down
[verse 3]
couple n*ggas dead now, he done called the feds now
b*tch, you been ran through, now that p*ssy ran out
he ain’t really want no beef with me, he a ham now
i don’t f*ck with n*ggas, who you with? i need a head count
n*gga, i ain’t backdooring your b*tch ‘less the head count
reach low as f*ck, but in the whip, brodie sped out
n*gga thought he had it planned out but it ain’t plan out
he could’ve made it to the ‘spital but he bled out

[verse 4]
d*mn, i be fresh as h*ll when the feds out
i mean i be fresh as h*ll when the feds watchin’
kick a n*gga ass and then i k!ll him, i just deadstocked him
blood on my all*white nikes look like red bottoms
she know she can’t get sh*t from me
she know that i got—
she know that i got some money
but she know that i ain’t no dummy
you see that b*tch wanna f*ck me
flash a couple bands, now that b*tch wanna suck me
take that b*tch on a date, now she feelin’ lucky
she was thinkin’ texas roadhouse, i was thinkin’ luckys
fiends said that sh*t weak, you need to keep your puppy
when your ass gon’ be sick when she keep her money
[verse 5]
her lil’ boss burnin’ like the— yeah, alright
she burnin’ like the holocaust, she can keep that p*ssy
boy, don’t ever think i’m lackin’ ’cause i keep it, p*ssy

[verse 6: ftos twan]
n*ggas know not to play with twan, it’s gon’ get ugly
it’s a b*tton on the k, it turn to a fully
i’ll push a n*gga sh*t back before he even push it
they like, “bro, chill out”, h*ll nah, you know i be on fully

[verse 7: mia ghost]
n*gga, everybody f*cked that b*tch, what you want, a cookie?
lil’ n*gga weed burned, what you smokin’, cookie?
i’d drop seventy in your whip like i’m devin booker
it’d get to fl!ckin’ in your whip like you pickin’ boogers

[verse 8]
b*tch sl*tted out, that b*tch lookin’ like a hooker
i ain’t wanna f*ck that lil’ b*tch so i had to tip her
this lil’ b*tch dumb as h*ll, i think she get it from her n*gga
n*gga, we don’t play no games, n*gga, f*ck the sense
free my n*ggas out the cell, b*tch, f*ck the system

- mia curt lyrics

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