Fucc Cuh (feat. 03 Greedo) (Explicit) 歌詞
03 Greedo:
That n***a oh
She like f**k that n***a
Arjay on the beat
03 Greedo:
I got on my enemigo red bottoms
Coupe came enemigo blue
Anybody KKK
B***h my plug my shooter too
03 Greedo:
Got my lil' hottie screamin' out f**k cuh
Got my lil' hottie screamin' out f**k cuh
Pull a trick out from across the tracks
Got my hottie screamin' out f**k love
F**k love
Screamin' out f**k love
F**k love
Got my hottie screamin' out f**k love
F**k cuh
She be feelin' like f**k that n***a
F**k love f**k cuh
F**k love
:03 Greedo:
Throwin' up G's she throwin' up B's
Some n***as bang C's some n***as bang P's
Some n***as bang Fruits some n***as bang Trees
I'm hangin' like grapes just to hit a Georgia peach ayy ayy
I'm like Hoover six-oh six-nine
I do my time
When I do my grind
Got her feelin' like f**k that n***a
Little hottie gon' bust that trigger
I-I ayy ayy yeah
I make her squirt make her spray yeah-yeah
I'm in the turf where she lay
I'm out here makin' these plays
03 Greedo:
I got on my enemigo red bottoms
Coupe came enemigo blue
Anybody KKK
B***h my plug my shooter too
03 Greedo:
Got my lil' hottie screamin' out f**k cuh
Got my lil' hottie screamin' out f**k cuh
Pull a trick out from across the tracks
Got my hottie screamin' out f**k love
F**k love
Screamin' out f**k love
F**k love
Got my hottie screamin' out f**k love
Just bringin' Greedo over
F**k cuh
She be feelin' like f**k that n***a
Ohgeesy:
Put my lil' ho in some red bottoms
Red bottoms
Free all of my n***as 'cause the feds got 'em
Feds got 'em
I don't know s**t n***a I don't know who shot 'em
Who
I don't know s**t n***a I don't know who shot 'em
I don't know
She a Blood but she f**k with them Cuzzins
Cuh
I don't bang but she wanna come and f**k n***as
F**k n***as
Got a Backwood and you know it's stuffed n***a
Ayy
Got a Backwood blunt and it's stuffed n***a
I want all the dough all the crust n***a
Crust n***a
Give me all the d**e 'fore I bust n***as
Bah
You wasn't with me when I had to take the bus n***a
Uh
So you not comin' with now that I'm up n***a
Woo
Free my n***a Greedo out them cuffs n***a
Free my brodie Drakeo that's a must n***a
My n***a
I think I need a Band-Aid I'm too cut n***a
I think I need a bandana I'm too cut n***a
03 Greedo:
Ah-ah
Arjay on the beat
I-I-I
I'm like Hoover six-oh six-nine
I do my shorty
When I do my grind
Got her feelin' like f**k that n***a
Little hottie gon' bust that trigger ayy
Yeah
Yeah we started OTX
Like OTX it's pretty much like a family now
Long live my n***a Josh we love you
Joshy world forever