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acot – tommy lyrics

[chorus: acot]
and my lips are huggin’ on the swisher
and you mad ’cause i’m f-ckin’ with your sister
ran off on that b-tch, i don’t miss her (nah)
hit and dip in my tommy hilfiger

[verse 1: acot]
sorry miss jackson, but your daughter takes d-ck (whoops)
hit and dip then finesse a new b-tch
ice all on my f-ckin’ wrist, ain’t rich but i’m coppin’ sh-t
really, i’ma blow
if you see me, snap a f-ckin’ pic (cl1ck)
acot, i’m the f-ckin’ man
bank lookin’ stupid, that’s my master plan
i got hoes from j-pan, mary-ann and jo-ann
and a bunch of other b-tches swallow me like a xan
godd-mn, k!llin’ this sh-t
mud in my colon, i’m feeling this sh-t
lsd, trippin’ a bit
with yo’ main hoe
we makin’ fl1ck an’ she l1ckin’ my d-ck
i’m so f-ckin’ sauced
i’m so f-ckin’ sauced (blatt)
lsd and brew, i’m so f-ckin lost
tryna get my pockets fat, rick ross
challenge me to the mic, you will catch a loss
at my shows, all i wanna see is fat hoes (hoo)
f-ck a fatty -ss b-tch and p-ss her to my bro (woah)

[chorus: acot & young plvg]
and my lips are huggin’ on the swisher
and you mad ’cause i’m f-ckin’ with your sister
ran off on that b-tch, i don’t miss her
hit and dip in my tommy hilfiger (young plvg)

[verse 2: young plvg]
got my xanny (what?)
just f-cked your granny (skrr)
your b-tch suck me off like i’m handy mandy
i don’t speak with discussion, i let my bullets preach
your girl stuck to me like a f-ckin’ pretty leech (what?)
swag, oh my god (oh my god)
swag, oh my god (oh my god)
it’s young plvg and my n-gga, f-ckin’ acot (that’s my n-gga)
skrrt skrrt off the lot in a brand new foreign car
i f-cked this b-tch kylie jenner, now i’m a star

[chorus: acot and cocaine whitez]
and my lips are huggin’ on the swisher (no)
and you mad ’cause i’m f-ckin’ with your sister (f-ckin’ with ya what?)
ran off on that b-tch, i don’t miss her
hit and dip in my tommy hilfiger (skrrrrrrrrrrt)

[verse 3: cocaine whitez]
they call me “one hitter quitter” (what?)
c0ke whitez is that mothaf-ckin’ n-gga (i’m that n-gga)
i kick back and sip some mothaf-ckin’ liquor (and sip some mothaf-ckin’ liquor)
a little fonta with my weed, don’t do the swisher (don’t do the mothaf-ckin’ swisher)
she wanna f-ck ’cause i’m a winner (i’m a winner)
i beat it up and then i eat that sh-t for dinner (beat it up and then i eat that sh-t for dinner)
then kick her out ’cause my heart cold like the winter (my sh-t be colder than the winter)
i’m going to h-ll ’cause i know that i’m a sinner (see i’m a mothaf-ckin’ sinner)

[chorus: acot and cocaine whitez]
and my lips are huggin’ on the swisher (what?)
and you mad ’cause i’m f-ckin’ with your sister
ran off on that b-tch, i don’t miss her (skrrr)
hit and dip in my tommy hilfiger

- acot lyrics

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