FUCKKK YALLL versuri

FUCKKK YALLL lyrics by Lucretsia

Intro
Nigga what
Fuck this shit
Yo

Chorus
This bitches be mad (mad)
I be gettin’ bread (what?)
These bitches be sad (yeah)
Leave that bitch on read

Verse 1
I don’t do closets, bitch, I shine (I shine)
Walk in the club, he said „yo’ mine” (mine)
Neck on froze, wrist on beam (beam)
He hold my waist, I sip my lean
Swipe left on „Tinder” (Tinder)
I’m Nala, you Simba (Simba)
For desert and dinner (OH)
Here’s yo’ cookie nigga
‘Cause who the fuck trynna nut in my butt
Come on nigga what the fuck
I’m bored, make that dick talk
I ain’t lying ‘bout my nut
Just to make a nigga happy
I ain’t thirsty but nigga
You can be my daddy
So when I be linkin’
He be ain’t no rookie
And now I be comfortable
To make him eat my pretty—

Pre-Chorus
All I rock is designer drip (drip drip)
Cash flow heavy, never slip (never slips)
Walkin’ in with that killer fit
Pretty boy next to me, he lit
These niggas stay mad
I’m just stacking cash (cash)
They stuck in the past
I’m gone in a flash

Chorus
This bitches be mad (mad)
I be gettin’ bread (what?)
These bitches be sad (yeah)
Leave that bitch on read

Outro
Fuck this beat
Fuck this shit
Fuck you nigga
And fuck this shit
Fuck this beat
Fuck this shit
Fuck you nigga
And fuck this shit