Toot em versuri

Toot em lyrics by 36 UK

Chorus
My mummy always said do me
She don’t like the look of that friend
Still out ere’, corn that i’m sending
Shh got touched, I can’t finish that sentence
I got it on me, move mad with the wap
He get shot right out of his Fendi
I got it on me, move mad with the wap
He get shot right out of his Louis
I’ll paint, I’ll toot, I’ll toot, I’ll toot, I’ll toot, I’ll toot, I’ll toot him
I’ve been seen them cases, 9mm Lugers
Thought he was bad till I kept
I’ll shoot, I’ll shoot, I’ll shoot, I’ll shoot em’
I got the shotty on me, i’ll walk with the broomstick
B cut days I was moving like
She don’t hold no hammers that bitch she’s useless

Verse 1
Useless, she’s useless
I got it on me, of course I’ll use it
Prince on the bells, gotta clean his teeth
But I ain’t gonna use no toothpick
Toothpick, toothpick, T- no toothpick
I done slapped that corn out the rotty
Then gave it to bro, of course I twosed him
Frees that stem, let me bring my wap out
I’m on Fernlodge causing a nuisance
I’m coming like don’t be silly like ruthless
I’ve been verified, I don’t need no blue tick
I got the pengest one from town
Said she don’t fuck with shooters
I still shot my shot, but I missed timed it
I could’ve bussed if I was a lil bit taller
Bait civ bae, I don’t know what to order
Uh, she’s vegan, yo
If I got it on me, I’ll definitely squeeze him
While he came to the window and got his face beaten
Tump down, yo
My mum always said do me, I don’t need friends
I need .32 bells, but there’s none on ends
And i’ll drive to brum on the weekend
.32s and the shotty’s on tact
One tap, I’ll smother that twat
32 rounds, the extenders full
But I took few outs, but the mash don’t jam
I’m on the 9 with 6 on jabs
And i’m still upset I didn’t clip that lad
Me and my marksmen shooter
It’s highly unlikely I’ll miss that pack

Chorus
My mummy always said do me
She don’t like the look of that friend
Still out ere’, corn that i’m sending
Shh got touched, I can’t finish that sentence
I got it on me, move mad with the wap
He get shot right out of his Fendi
I got it on me, move mad with the wap
He get shot right out of his Louis

Outro
I’ll paint, I’ll toot, I’ll toot, I’ll toot, I’ll toot, I’ll toot, I’ll toot him
I’ve been seen them cases, 9mm Lugers
Thought he was bad till I kept
I’ll shoot, I’ll shoot, I’ll shoot, I’ll shoot em’
I got the shotty on me, i’ll walk with the broomstick
B cut days I was moving like
She don’t hold no hammers that bitch she’s useless