c.ltyn – what i want lyrics
[hook: smaccnice]
uh uh uh
uh
don’t got what i want then i’m leaving
catch me out in the cold with no coat
with a gilt on my hip
gotta stay with the heat imma need it
tell that b+tch go pop her some mol
don’t slide to my crib
this d+ck ain’t free you fiening
dead opps to the air
shi we steamin
ten bands in the check
cash out let’s clean it
[verse 1: smaccnice]
bum lil b+tch get blocked and deleted
all my opps bums i catch em and beat em
too many drugs n+gga i need jesus
with this other sh+t stuck n+gga i mean it
yo smacc why you fry
i just popped five footb+lls n+gga
move with a mop
touch snake he’ll k!ll my mans like that football n+gga
finna put that pressure (shi)
even got my foot onnit
n+ggas thought it was sweet
till i get to bl!cken when i put my hood up n+gga
ghetto baby sh+t gotta take some
big ol forty f+cking waist up
couldn’t find lil b+tch get her face f+cked
n+gga what’s in yo blood? abe shut up
n+gga that’s not yo b+tch stop chasing her
oh sh+ts is a chase n+gga? run
that b+tch gave me neck
and you taste her tongue
ar with a stock and that b+tch got a drum
[chorus: smaccnice]
uh
don’t got what i want then i’m leaving
catch me out in the cold with no coat
with a gilt on my hip
gotta stay with the heat imma need it
tell that b+tch go pop her some mol
don’t slide to my crib
this d+ck ain’t free you fiening
dead opps to the air
shi we steaming
ten bands in the check
cash out let’s clean it
[verse 2: c.ltyn]
let’s clean it (uh)
i’m f+cking yo b+tch (uh huh)
call up big bro that’s thirty+five
he be cruising, f+ck a nine to five
you popped my homie? that’s a lie
cause if so you goin die, you a fly
like smacc said, b+tch shut up
i’m in the wraith, just parked up
b+tch spark that sh+t up
pass the double cup
mix it with some henny
we goin straight to the top
in the bentley
actin funny, till we got the nine to your head
leave yo ass dead
[chorus: smaccnice]
uh
don’t got what i want then i’m leaving
catch me out in the cold with no coat
with a gilt on my hip
gotta stay with the heat imma need it
tell that b+tch go pop her some mol
don’t slide to my crib
this d+ck ain’t free you fiening
dead opps to the air
shi we steamin
ten bands in the check
cash out let’s clean it
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