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killsaint - kutta كلمات أغنية

(intro)
yeah! uh huh (say what)
boop! boop! boop! (lets go) boop! boop! boop! boop! boop! boop! boop!

that b_tch gone drop her pants, cause she know i’m the man
cause she know, cause she know (woo)
let’s go (p_ssy) slatt (buh, boop! boop! boop! boop! boop! boop! boop! boop! boop! boop!) (p_ssy! f_ck)

white hoe
yeah yeah i’m with a white hoe (yeah)
she eat the d_ck up like nachos (uh huh)
we riding round with the top off (fah)
this hoe on her knees (ah ah), she on her knees (yuh)
wipe ya nose make a n_gga go to sleep
she popping pills, smoking this hoe getting geeked
i keep a kutta with me make a f_ck n_gga bleed

hit that hoe from the back, put her to sleep (put her to sleep)
yeah we got queso, yeah we got cheese
she pull down the pants the b_tch like “omg”
she choke on the sh_t the b_tch can’t even breathe (eugh)
my shooter so slimy that kutta go sneeze (fah)
f_ck what he say we ain’t making no pleas (no no)
i got his hoe on my d_ck she a freak
sh_t, hotboxed the whip n_gga can’t even see (what what)
pull up to ya block make a f_ck n_gga bleed (boop boop)
ice on my neck, need a coat yeah i’m freezing (i need me it, need me it, need me it) spend it and make it back, yeah this sh_t easy
hoe go through my phone cause the b_tch think i’m cheating
i popped me a bean and i landed on venus
hoe stop all that talking come eat up this p_n_s
dont get attached girl, i prolly might leave ya
hop out the van, send a n_gga to jesus

i’m in l.a i’m f_cking on these valley hoes (valley hoe)
she ain’t ever seen no swag like this
you a broke boy, can’t afford this fit
if her friend bad, i might cut that b_tch (cut that b_tch, cut that b_tch)
and i got 20k right on my wrist (lets go) and i got overseas hoes on my d_ck (overseas) buddy keep talking get hit with the bl!ck (buh! buh!) that’s a bad b_tch, ok she getting hit (lets gl) (buh boop!)

i got these racks fasho, i got these racks fasho (yah!)
v12, yeah ya can’t catch me (lets go lets go)
f_ck n_gga get smoked like some cancer (lets go lets g_)
f_ck the b_tch so bad she can’t stand up (ah ah)
you ain’t got racks, get ya bands up (get ya bands up)
come in wit fye, put ya hands up (put ya hands up)
finna throw out some money, she dancing (she dancing)
made a mess on the floor, this hoe nasty (she nasty)

i’m bending this hoe like some plastic (lets go)
this sh_t could get tragic (yeah)
hop out the truck them young n_ggas start blasting (foo! whoo!)
this not no regular sh_t, its a patek (ok) got bands in my pocket, thats why my pants sagging
f_ck on this b_tch and send her back home
we aim neck up, take that vest off
i’m pushing the gt like its nascar
she got on some skims, she a bad broad (slatt)

- killsaint

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