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titan shii - lil sewer rat lyrics

[intro]
turn dat up, young madz

[verse 1]
ayy, turn it up, f*ck it up
sipping wock out the double cup
got a bad b*tch, she on my d*ck
and she said that i’m her number one
got a bad b*tch in her eighties
she just wanna have my babies
but i told her that i’m sorry, i just wanna beat the p*ssy up
i f*ck yo mom and she say i’m a titan
i beat his mans, and you know we be fighting
i got the glock and you it’s on sight man
he tryna fight, tell him go take a hike man
i’m tryna f*ck, break her back like a kit*kat
swerving the whip, in the shape of a zig*zag
asked her to f*ck, i don’t know why that b*tch mad
ya’ll eating d*ck like that sh*t was a big mac

[chorus]
feel like robin in the cut, the way i shoot ’em down, he flying high
that boy think he hard until i pull up on ‘еm, take his life
ya’ll be smoking zaza, i takе pills and sh*t to get me high
i need a b*tch like starfire to let me f*ck, and grab her thighs
[verse 2]
tommy aimed right at yo face
hopping out the f*cking wraith
homie think he’s strapped, we pull up with the gat, right at his place
i don’t need a f*cking b*tch
i’ve done anything you did
i’ma beat his ass and write my name right on his f*cking lip
i got one, two, three, four, five, six b*tches
i keep a strap on me, if you want smoke then come and get it
i got my d*ck in her throat and i be counting up these digits
i’ma hop on this track, give me a second, i’ma k!ll it
got a bad b*tch, she ain’t average
keep a stick on me, no magic
got an all black fit and a bad ass b*tch
if you in my hood, you better tap in
got a strap on me and an ass on me
he said he tough, but he’s capping
got h*lla b*tches sleeping on me
they be f*cking napping

[chorus]
feel like robin in the cut, the way i shoot ’em down, he flying high
that boy think he hard until i pull up on ’em, take his life
ya’ll be smoking zaza, i take pills and sh*t to get me high
i need a b*tch like starfire to let me f*ck, and grab her thighs
[refrain]
poured a four right in my cup
i can’t wife no f*cking sl*t
do 150 in the jag, we pull up and come out the cut
i’m making 100 grand
chopstick on me, no j*pan
jet lag when i f*cking land
i keep a strap right in my hand

[verse 3]
ayy, juggin’ and finessing, make her eat it then i beat it
yo b*tch is in my phone, she hit me up just for some meat pics
i’ma keep it a buck*fifty, i’m not sure she is a keeper
she’s a side to be honest, hit my phone like once a week b*tch
that ain’t it, need a b*tch that’s gonna text me on the daily
i’m recording sick as f*ck because i’m feeling h*lla lazy
need to go f*ck on a b*tch, and get her wetter than the navy
whole lotta ed type sh*t, the way i’m feeling like i’m jay*z, yuh
run through yo city, i’m counting these fifties
i’m spinning yo block, now i’m hitting my jig
i’m popping these percs, and i’m sipping on wock
i ain’t smoking on weed, i ain’t smoking on cigs
i’ll spin through yo block and now n0body’s there
yo gon’ look for your mom and your mother f*cking b*tch
i don’t give a f*ck, yeah i’m doing dumb sh*t
so i’m crashing the 100k whip, yuh
[refrain]
poured a four right in my cup
i can’t wife no f*cking sl*t
do 150 in the jag, we pull up and come out the cut
i’m making 100 grand
chopstick on me, no j*pan
jet lag when i f*cking land
i keep a strap right in my hand

- lil sewer rat lyrics

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