Текст песни Cuz We Did - 41, tata

Cuz We Did

Yeah
It’s Mr. Everything Dead
Damn, damn, damn
Grrah (Grr, baow)
I’m off the lean, and some percs (Perkies)
Like damn, shawty a flirt (Damn, damn)
She be ready no matter the time, we gon' go to the back, I’ma lift up her skirt
(I'ma lift up her skirt)
In the stu' and I’m posted with Drew (Drewski)
Double M, nigga, I’m with the flous (Flouski)
And this bitch told me that she in love, not just with me, she in love with the
crew (She in love with the gang)
Car-Cartier frames I’ma shoot through the lens (Grr)
I’m the demon, this block we bend (Damn, damn, damn)
Up to heaven is where he get sent (That nigga get sent)
Like, shit get sticky I pass it to Trent
On-On the beat niggas know I’ma tweak
Like damn, shawty a neak
Like damn, shawty a freak (Like, damn)
I’m tryna see what she do in them sheets
Like, I’m tryna see what she do in that bed (Facts, facts)
EBK, niggas heard what I said (Damn)
And brodie might slide, like sled (Skrrt)
No outside clothes on my bed, bitch
Don’t wanna fuck, I want head, bitch (Damn)
Damn, aim at his head, bitch
Make sure he’s dead (Bitch)
These niggas know Mr. Everything Dead (Mr. Everything Dead)
Damn, damn, off the drugs, I be gettin' a rush (Like, bro)
On my way to the top, in a rush (In a rush)
And she tryna have a conversation, I don’t wanna talk to you, I wanna fuck (I
wanna fuck)
Like damn, I wanna rump (I wanna rump)
If that boy run, he gon' run out of luck (Gon' run out of what?)
Yeah, he sayin' he on Court', but he suck
Like, red beam on the gun, I’ma dump (Grrah, baow)
(Why does everybody think we fucked?)
Like grrah, 'cause we did (Smashed)
Like, I had my dick in her ribs (Her ribs)
Like, I put that thing on her lips (Look at that shit)
She be telling everyone we fucked (Damn)
I’m like, «Damn, this bitch don’t get enough?» (What the fuck?)
She always get me in trouble with bitches (On bro)
And I be tryna tell this bitch to hush
Like, I can’t fuck if that bitch is a munch (Like, what?)
Need a baddie to tote on my gun (Like, damn)
Fuck-fuck a title I’m tryna have fun (Like, what?)
Don’t wanna love, 'cause we still young (Like, damn)
Too-too many doopties, I want one (Doopties)
You a thot, I can’t give you my energy
But for my baby, I’m lettin' it dump (Like)
If you want me, then say it, like we grown why the fuck is you playin'?
(Like, damn)
And I got a thing for you too, but you would know if you picked up the phone
And I fell in love with your moan, hand on her face I’m in love with her skin
tone (Damn)
I-I know the feelings they deaded, like, can we fuck and still be friends?
(Why does everybody think we fucked?)
Like-Like, damn (Fucked)
'Cause you makin' it hot (Like)
Come here, one more shot
Like, it’s a movie, party don’t stop (Movie)
My baby Jamaican, I pull on her dreadlocks (Dreadlocks)
I love my bitch, and my red dot
And these niggas dissin', it’s deadpop
I’m off the lean, and some percs (Perkies)
Like damn, shawty a flirt (Damn, damn)
She be ready no matter the time, we gon' go to the back, I’ma lift up her skirt
(I'ma lift up her skirt)
In the stu' and I’m posted with Drew (Drewski)
Double M, nigga, I’m with the flous (Flouski)
And this bitch told me that she in love, not just with me, she in love with the
crew (She in love with the gang)
Car-Cartier frames I’ma shoot through the lens (Grr)
I’m the demon, this block we bend (Damn, damn, damn)
Up to heaven is where he get sent (That nigga get sent)
Like, shit get sticky I pass it to Trend
On-On the beat niggas know I’ma tweak
Like damn, shawty a neak
Like damn, shawty a freak (Like damn)
I’m tryna see what she do in them sheets
(Why does everybody think we fucked?)
(Fucked?)
(We fucked?)
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