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hoods hottest┃p110 - culps lyrics

[verse]
we put in work
we sippin’ dirt
n*gga finna pop a bean, i ain’t f*cking with them percs
rollin’ with them k!llers, finna leave you on a shirt
really chasing chicken, i ain’t talkin’ bout the bird
in these streets you either with it or you’re not
i was 14, i’d still run up in your crop
up and down prinny n*gga getting rid of rocks
swervin’ in a german, give a f*ck about the cops
we f*ckin’ with the mob, shout my n*ggas from the states
shout my n*ggas from the [?], shout my n*ggas from the bay
i’m all about my money, give a f*ck about the fame
like [?] my n*gga, i’m just tryna win the race
i jumped into the music game, you know it’s getting savage
popping bottes on the stagе, i got these b*tches on a maddеrs
need a mansion in the valleys with a rarri and a garage
i’m surrounded by the trappers and the shooters with the hammers
i’ll be honest with you, lately bro i’m sick of all this trap sh*t
i dipped into the cash quick and skrting all these fast whips
she 38 and she a fat b*tch, the way she spinnin’ make these n*ggas do the dash quick
had them older’s on their backfoot
you can go and ask bugz, if we was really masked up then man were getting wrapped up
moving like the town how you can get your racks took
hit him with a roundhouse now he’s on his backfoot
stepped up in the party in versace, pouring remy up
saucin’ in a trackie n’ some trainers just like headie does
you know i need my belly full
i’m tryna get my readies up
someone just call kenny up and show him how we sh*llin’ stuff
in a party, just popped a bottle of voddy
ay girl we’re gonna get wasted, she’s telling me that she want it
i’m feeling her if i’m honest
she s*xy, she got a body
the way she whine on the c*cky, she far from making it floppy
shorty mine so i ain’t worried bout no dumb ex
huh and now we got them other b*tches upset
can we leave the club yet? i’m tryna get you undressed
you talk a good game so i’m tryna make it rough s*x
i’m going crazy, i’m kissing up on her p*ssy
she hungry, she wanna suck it
legs shaking, i got her bussin’
baby don’t even know why you’re getting worried
them other hoes there are b*tters
i shut em down like they shutters
girl do you like wine? i’m a diner
just hop into the ride, i’m a driver
hurry moneys on my phone, imma time ya
i got money on my mind, i’m a grinder
ain’t a lie whenever i’m in the booth
i’m only spittin’ the truth, this gangster sh*ts in my roots
paranoid so you know i sleep with a tool
if a n*gga run in my room then i’m leaving him in a tomb
hit selfridges and i blew a bag on my shoes
i really wasn’t in the mood, my mumma thinks i’m a fool
i’m my own boss so you know i do as i choose
ion really follow no rules, i’m speeding off in a coupe

- culps lyrics

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