dee mula - wtf lyrics
[intro]
h_llo, police? the cop k!llers down here
yeah, they down here, man, come on down there and hurry up, man
people dyin’ down here, hurry up
they shootin’ and sh_t, slappin’ people, they actin’ a fool, man
oh_oh, oh_oh, b_tches at the booth (ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh)
n_gga, they breakin’ some rules
oh_oh, oh_oh, b_tches at the booth (ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, we love you, perc)
n_gga, they breakin’ some rules
[verse]
they know i’m a gangster, so why is they playin’ with me?
lately i been in my bag, locked in my bubble, i’m feelin’ like sandy cheeks
f_ck ’em, n_ggas ain’t shootin’ their gun or nothin’, i’m known for sprayin’ the streets. (grrah)
them n_ggas better be prayin’ ’cause they gon’ meet god that day whenever we meet (ah)
i’m full of them percs, go cut off the heat
i f_ck her four days straight, then kick her out the house (gone), that p_ssy an airbnb
he ain’t no gangster, he know i’ma be on his ass, that’s why he be wearing this ski
tryna hide his face, but that ain’t gon’ help him, ’cause we found out where he stay
i can’t even hide the drac’, this b_tch too big, rex brissett and a maid
her p_ssy so good, i took her off block, baby, please give me one more shot (duh)
baby, please let me come back home, i don’t want them, f_ck all them thots
i went from rags to riches, now i got twenties and fifties
name but titties (dah, dah, dah, dah, dah)
i keep the baddest b_tches, gotta be a nympho way you keep it pretty
i like french tips, get your feet done, i’ma suck ’em while we f_ckin’ (mm, mm, mm, mm)
i’m off these drugs, david ruffin, i went too deep, now she cussin’
n_gga talkin’ ’bout k!llin’ me, n_gga ain’t k!llin’ sh_t, i got switches
n_gga say he gon’ sh_t on me (huh?), but he can’t though, because i won from rich
i been had a bag, ari, pull up, hop out, ferrari (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
black truck for all my barbies, which house it is? the party (let’s go, n_gga)
ayy, and a quick look’ll get your b_tch took (skrrt), mean_muggin”ll get you k!lled (boom)
you tryna die for liftin’ your lip?
we ain’t waitin’ in no line, go through the vip (go)
i see these n_ggas done cliqued up, tryna k!ll dude, what the f_ck is they doin’?
they gon’ be mad if i come through hittin’ everything sittin’ next to them (duh, duh, duh, duh, duh)
these n_ggas ain’t havin’ no money, for real, and if they do, they cheap
spend that that sh_t, we ain’t savin’ no money ’round here
my sh_t grow off a tree, ayy, my sh_t comin’ in chunks
can’t even fold that money, this sh_t on the floor
this year, i’m votin’ for trump
pack came in, unload the trunk, i catch my man, unload the pump
girl, you got a big booty, where you get that from, your mama? wanna take you a trip to bahamas and show your ass like madonna, huh?
[outro]
h_llo, police? the cop k!llers down here
yeah, they down here, man, come on down there and hurry up, man
people dyin’ down here, hurry up
they shootin’ and sh_t, slappin’ people, they actin’ a fool, man
oh_oh, oh_oh, b_tches at the booth (ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh)
n_gga, they breakin’ some rules
oh_oh, oh_oh, b_tches at the booth (ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh)
n_gga, they breakin’ some rules
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