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gravediggas - 2kunt lyrics

[intro: theevibe & nova]
you hoes already know that we finna be real c*nt
real c*nt
yeah, ho
(8*8*808 mani) ah, doll

[verse 1: nova]
still a bad b*tch even if i was a sad b*tch (huh, huh)
i’m quick to write a song and eat a b*tch up like some cabbage
yo’ boyfriend can’t stop suckin’ on my p*ssy, got a habit
stop speakin’ on dadoll, that’s why you built just like a tablet (mwah)
yes, any ho can get it, i don’t give a f*ck what you thought
and my body is so natural, baby girl, this is not store bought
ask ya n*gga, bet he know just how this p*ssy work
you n*ggas p*ssy just to get it hard, you gotta pop a perc (p*ssy)
b*tches do not f*ck with me because of what?
probably ’cause they n*gga wanna f*ck me in a rolls truck
i think you rap hoes should give it up, b*tch, your music sucks
and baby, you are not a lady, i can still see your tuck (huh)
the motherf*ckin’ doll, all you hatin’ b*tches know my name
and b*tch, i keep my circle small, my day one b*tchеs still the same
and evеrytime i drop a song i make the girlies go insane
i’m such a fly ass b*tch, they mistaken me for a plane (mwah)
tell them hoes come and get they l!ck back
ya man gettin’ on my nerves, you can come and get ya d*ck back
pop this p*ssy in ya baby daddy mouth like a tic*tac
and he always see me twerkin’ on the ‘gram, he tryna hit that
but first he gotta spend that, broke his pockets like a kit*kat
b*tches wanna try dadoll, lil’ baby, i don’t recommend that
if i said it then i meant that, bad b*tch, oh yes, i am that
yes, i keep the louis tote on me ’cause that’s where the bl!ck at (mwah), b*tch
[verse 2: theevibe]
the gravedigga to you b*tches, next b*tch try me gettin’ burried
like a f*ckin’ dog, you in my purse, b*tches gettin’ carried
said she look up to me, i told that b*tch to start callin’ me mother
wanna be like me, i told that b*tch there ain’t no f*ckin’ other
a real original, writin’ all the sh*t these b*tches listen to
coped me a chanel, what’s the color? told the n*gga blue
i’m lightin’ b*tches up with no tension, call me pikachu
spinnin’ down yo’ block, tented windows, you can’t see through
uh, yeah, let’s switch the flow up
talkin’ sh*t for show but then i bet that you won’t run up
you got ’em through the day but then i f*ck ’em ’til the sun up
i’m birthin’ all my minies, so i call you b*tches lil’ pups
she the mini, i’m the bigger, bangs choppy, jack the ripper
she left the n*gga somethin’ good, i gave the ho a sticker
yo’ p*ssy sloppy, b*tches copies, n*ggas like me ’cause i’m c*cky
these n*ggas like some gnats, they wanna taste up on my body (mwah)
spend a band, make a bag, yeah, i got the louis bag
goin’ to the mall with yo’ daddy, finna pop a tag
five, five times two, that’s throat, no gag
told that b*tch her n*gga lame ’cause the size real sad
i’m packin’ b*tches up like i’m rollie, b*tches scotty
you hoes can’t take the heat ’cause i’ma f*ckin’ hottie
i’m givin’ top tier, main b*tch, n0body like me
i told these b*tches take a hike (asap) but no rocky
[outro: nova]
real c*nt (ooh), real c*nt (huh), real c*nt (ha*ha*ha*ha)
kuntboyz, ho

- 2kunt lyrics

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