blotter curt - budapest freestyle lyrics
[verse 1: blotter curt]
i don’t got time for the shots you be throwin’ be
i got stick on me, i got a thug in me
i got a budapest i got a bug on me
i got a bug at the back of the dungaree
i got [?]
i take off to mexico [?]
i speak italian, i’m no medallion
i got a heater, i ain’t got adidas
i ain’t got a eater but i want to eat her
she tastes like a cheetah and i’m [?]
and she got her feet up (uh, yeah)
she got her feet up (uh, yeah)
she got her feet up and i gotta beat up a snitch
i gotta beat up a snitch
i gotta take [?] back
i gotta f+ck up his nose
steal a motherf+cker clothes
leave a motherf+ckеr broke
leave a mothеrf+cker choked
leave a motherf+cker dead
you a motherf+cking joke
[verse 2: teeks]
got once what is best for me
asked why aren’t you blessing me
girl i live for the little things
and i’m p+ssed so i’m riddling
i exist as a mix of things
from them sticks [?] stone you see
i [?]
nah i’m back in this b+tch like dababy
want my money as blue as the navy
her attitude was come save me
whats the matter i’m smoother than gravy
oh, you saggy, depressy, and lazy
but you been with the squad going brazy
[?] if you hanging with brady
bunch of my guys you make me
f+ck around take a life and go crazy
they tried taking the mic told me stop
don’t speak off your mind you should pause
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