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carti radar remix - souq lyrics

[intro]
winiss
fwäeh

[chorus]
step on a opp in these balenci’ tracks (on twin)
talk down on me, and you finna get smacked (yuh)
f*ckin’ yo’ b*tch, and i hit from the back (uh, b*tch)
huh, on god
yuh, i got yo’ b*tch, and she suckin’ my c*ck (she suckin’)
huh, hit up the sto’ just to cop a new glock (on god)
huh, he talkin’ down, and that boy face that steel (huh)
b*tch, it’s lil souq, and i be out for k!lls (type sh*t)
huh, b*tch it’s lil souq, and i’m k!llin’ ’em (yuh)
huh, that bih got some titties, i’m feelin’ ’em, uh (b*tch)

[verse]
yuh, huh, shout out to twin, he a real one, b*tch (slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt, wha*)
yuh, took a lil’ break, and i’m countin’ my cheddar (on god)
yo’ b*tch love me, she know i hit it better (yuh)
he talkin’ down, he gon’ face that baretta (b*tch)
huh, that glock got a switch (yuh)
huh, that boy souq gon’ f*ck yo’ b*tch (huh)
huh, ten glocks on me, b*tch ten chops’ (ten)
hunnid rounds, we whack out opps (we whack ’em)
huh, f*ckin’ yo’ b*tch, and shе give me that toppy (huh)
y’all can’t match the swag, so y’all copy (copyin’)
huh, i’m just with twin, and wе jump out that coupe (jump out)
f*ckin’ yo b*tch, and she’s l!ckin’ my p**p (huh, what, huh, b*tch)
huh, i’m a big star
huh, rockin’ that gucci, not g*star, huh (nah)
boy, you a b*tch, you a r*t*rd (stupid)
boy, you a b*tch, you a f*ckin’ punk (yuh)
yuh, talkin’ down, he get f*ckin’ stomped (huh, on god)
uh, he talkin’ down, he get put in the ground (on god)
that bih got some ass, and that sh*t just be round (yuh)
huh, hat bih got some ass, that sh*t mof*ckin’ fat (huh)
lil souq got a glock, he gon’ knock off yo’ hat (yuh, b*tch)
huh, he finna knock off ya’ top (huh)
huh, we finna cop some new glocks (what the f*ck)
huh, we finna cop some new f*ckin’ poles (f*ck, b*tch)
gg boy, you f*ckin’ sold (yuh, titties, uh)
on gang, b*tch, it’s f*ckin’ over (the end)
boy, f*ck saks, we shop at dover (f*ck saks)
boy, up in dover street market, huh (yuh)
huh, ten bands for a f*ckin’ carpet, yuh (huh, b*tch, on god)
i just see sh*t, i’ma cop it, yuh (b*tch)
i cop whatever i want (b*tch, b*tch, for real)
that boy talkin’ sh*t he just do it for stunts (huh)
we roll up exotic, we don’t smoke no runtz, huh, b*tch (huh, huh, huh, huh, b*tch)
[chorus]
step on a opp in these balenci’ tracks (on twin)
talk down on me, and you finna get smacked (yuh)
f*ckin’ yo’ b*tch, and i hit from the back (uh, b*tch)
huh, on god
yuh, i got yo’ b*tch, and she suckin’ my c*ck (she suckin’)
huh, hit up the sto’ just to cop a new glock (on god)
huh, he talkin’ down, and that boy face that steel (huh)
b*tch, it’s lil souq, and i be out for k!lls (type sh*t)
huh, b*tch it’s lil souq, and i’m k!llin’ ’em (yuh)
huh, that bih got some titties, i’m feelin’ ’em, uh (b*tch)

- souq lyrics

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