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america's most unwanted - cutie factor lyrics

[hook: blaghmusic]
crank dat volume up, soulja boy, when you listenin’ to us
had to pull my choppa out the closet, wipin’ off the dust
people actin’ like they was down with me, when they really wasn’t
these dudes messin’ ‘round with the gang, man, they really mustn’t
yeah, yeah, yeah, okay

[verse 1: v8, blaghmusic]
they all flock, cuz my money up
shawty pull up (grah, grah, grah)
she tryna get+rah
glocks boomin’ (metro!)
want some more?
house got, huh, 6 floors
makin’ money (benjamin franklins)
day and night, call me cudi (day ‘n’ nite)
y’all tryna fight, back off, buddy (back off, back off)
hit you with the glock, go brah (grah)
y’all slumped over, like, ha (bop, bop, bop, bop)
scared, better call your ma
balloons the only thing that, huh, huh, you could pop

[verse 2: blaghmusic]
i walk in the building with bags full of cash
walk in the building, please don’t touch my raf
all y’all snitchin’, man, all y’all some rats
y’all speakin’ english, i’m speakin’ fax
that’s fax, yeah, it’s spelled f+a+x
turned up to the max at the l+a+x
i’m k!llin’ all these new rappers, it don’t make no sense
if y’all keep it at a 5, i push it to 10
push it to 10, but i keep it a hunnid
opps at the bottom, while i’m at the summit
you talkin’ ‘bout, “one day”, i’ve already done it
and i don’t wait no more, you best know i run it
[verse 3: lyrical leaf]
the cutie that they call me, yeah, tryna stop me
yeah, yeah+yeah (kawaii)
cuties in rotation, they don’t know my location
yeah, yeah, yeah

[verse 4: plaguee]
i’m so sad, i’m gonna end it (watch on my wrist ‘bout 10 bands)
i’m gonna drive my car off a bridge (went to the concert, got thousands of fans)
life is meaningless (i’m the most famous in all of the lands)
type, type (+car crashing sound effect+)
yo, i’m okay, guys!

[verse 5: msaunited]
momma told me to eat them vegetables, but i still turned out fruity
some dudes like women, but they give me cooties
i told him to turn around, i only want the+
i told he tastes real sweet, tutti frutti
(i like dudes!)

[verse 6: v8]
h+h+h+h+h+h+h+h+hands out, hands out
make a thug put his hands out, bands out
my girl told me get the bands out, can’t now
told her, i don’t give out handouts
pants down, she still takin’ off her pants now
girl i may have bands, but you’re diggin’ for gold
she built like a taco, man, i’m makin’ her fold
no friends in the prison, so i’m grippin’ my pole
bribed the committee, got out on parole
[hook: blaghmusic]
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
crank dat volume up, soulja boy, when you listenin’ to us
had to pull my choppa out the closet, wipin’ off the dust
people actin’ like they was down with me, when they really wasn’t
these dudes messin’ ‘round with the gang, man, they really mustn’t
yeah, yeah, yeah, okay

[outro: plaguee, lyrical leaf]
watch on my wrist ‘bout 10 bands
went to the concert got thousands of fans (i’m a cutie, what they call me full of plate, it’ll stop me because…)
ahh, ahhhh!
i got that cutie factor, cootie, cutie, cutie factor (dear cudi, it’s all me, kawaii!)

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