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1900rugrat - no makeup lyrics

[intro: nancy sinatra & 1900rugrat]

yeah, hold on, huh+uh (come on)

[verse: 1900rugrat & nancy sinatra]
my b+tch, she bad, no makeup
no lashes, right off of the wake+up, huh (brr)
i heard they sleep, better wake up, huh (come on)
i serve ’em brown like k+cup, huh (yeah)
perc’ got me itchin’ my faced up, huh
d+mn, huh, yeah, huh
perc’ got me itchin’ my faced up, huh (dumbass)
i serve ’em brown like k+cup, huh
d+mn, huh, yeah, huh
i been too t’d, better face it, uh+huh
i fixed the broke door, give it a facelift
keep the strap on me like a g+y b+tch
i slide through the k, and i’m lettin’ my ‘k rip, d+mn, huh, yeah (buh+buh+buh+buh+buh)

i took a vacay right to ibiza
money counter, and that b+tch steady beapin’ (go)
i’m too baked like a needer (get goin’)
i’m too baked like a needer (get out of there)
i’m too baked like a needer, huh (get out of there)
unc’ askin’, “where the needles?” (uh+huh)
uh+huh, grab the glass, auntie fiendin’ (come here)
huh, grab the glass, auntie tweakin’
huh, d+mn, uh+huh
.762s singin’ like the weeknd (uh+huh)
red tip, .45 like karrueche (buh)
bought her a pink ruger, match her coochie (haha)
slidin’ too fast, i go back to the future
i got this .40 on me like—, pfft (buh, buh)
i got this .40 on me like—, pfft (like, huh?)
i got this .40 on me, i’ll do you
huh, pop another 10, huh, feel it in my stomach, huh (yeah, huh)
she ain’t from the block, but i let her hold my jenny, huh (yeah, come on)
she grant all my wishes, huh, she might call me timmy, huh (huh, huh)
she grant all my wishes, huh, might call her a genie, huh (uh+huh, uh+huh)
perc’, it got me itchin’, itchin’, itchin’, but i ain’t feindin’, huh
she been in her twiz & tuck sh+t, somethin’ like the beagle, huh
i just pulled up with the bag, we all up in the beamer
whip, two+seater, if you run up on me wrong, that glock gon’ beat you, uh+huh
like michael jackson, i’m on the block for real, why you cappin’? (boots are made for walking)
i just pulled with a stick, all in traffic (and that’s just what they’ll do)
if he play, i’ma do that boy nasty (buh)
dirty, huh, huh (boots are made for walking), just like my glock, just like a perky
you gon’ get popped, cut ’em like surgery (and that’s just what they’ll do)
i got a track on the glock
b+tch better not be cappin’, gon’ pop
i got the— (yeah, uh)
pfft, i got this .40 on me like osama (osama, ugly ass)
it finna blow, gon’ wipe that boy nose
b+tch, i need that whole bad b+tch (osama, ugly ass), i’m finna go (i’m finna get it on)
b+tch, i’m from the l, i ain’t from the o (osama, ugly ass)
but i got this .762 with a drum on it, and that b+tch there look like a o (buh, like a o)
it hold a 50, i’m in your city, right with that glizzy (huh?)
leave that boy sh+tted, right with the semi’ (huh?)
b+tch, i don’t even need no switchy
that b+tch go, “buh+buh+buh+buh+buh+buh+buh+buh+buh” (buh+buh+buh+buh+buh)
[outro: 1900rugrat]
buh, brrt, buh+buh+buh
walk down, walk down
face shot, buh+buh
haha, yo, that b+tch finna blow up, haha, i swear to god, haha

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