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ctc (singer) - who dat be remix lyrics

[verse 1: ctc]
hop on the beat, i got the heat, 100 degrees
pull up i see my enemies, then it’s a wrap fajitas g
i keep a heatah in my jeep, i finna squeeze yall better not sneeze
ill kennedy y’all in the streets, my desert eagle finna feed yall ten of these
yall innocent? ionn give a freak, guns an’ molly and hennessy
with yo mommy, slobbin’ my d, in this motherf-cker i be
ctc beat up the p-ssy see it on idmyt
arguably this the top 3 me, yung basedlord, and the dankjesus
oh god
point me to a motherf-cka tryna turna like timmy
everybody thuggin’ till they see the semi
wavin two tools in ya face like a dentist
i be servin’ beef like denny’s
you can get the rod like dennis
matter fact i’m reachin’ for the metal like olympics
got yo girl on call like we doin’ long distance
i give her long d-cking then i’m dippin’
two three on my feet never slippin’
smokin’ two trees like i’m pippen
brand new beam windows tinted
like skrr skrr skrr, you know
tab of lucy and i’m trippin’
introduce me to a thiccy
hi i’m bruce lee, let’s kick it
got a few things i’m thinkin’
excuse me for my spanish

[verse 2: shofu]
i need a cartridge steppin
shofu in this b-tch bout to #gittem
you n-ggas know the squad that i’m reppin
i’m a god, you a reverend
wait, i’m lyin’, that’s not true
but i own the block, your b-tch on my c-ck
then i pin her -ss down like a bowling shot
the flow is hot, you feel it right? it’s right at the stove
every time i make a dollar, b-tch, i’m strikin’ a pose
and you know how it goes
i’m so good i’m finger l!ckin’
hatin on my n-ggas you will never be forgiven
paint a perfect picture, b-tch, i’m givin’ out commissions
school a n-gga so bad, make his parents pay tuition
i don’t give a f-ck who wittem, giancarlo, im sh-ttin
my squad is so lifted, my god i’m so gifted
my c-ck in you b-tch in, she coughing, im dippin’
i’m lockin’ the prison, i’m off with your women
what the f-ck is you sayin’
my d-ck so clean, it’s so stainless
my flow so dumb, it’s so brainless
your b-tch, she bumpin my playlist
i don’t give a f-ck if you say sh-t
just give your n-gga his payments
i’ve been bout that action, the f-ck is they talkin’ ’bout?
run through your b-tch, dj unk how i walk it out
haters on my d-ck, i ain’t stressin it
i’m just trying to get up in my element
p-ssy -ss n-ggas, they irrelevant
hey you the n-gga b-tch, i’m with etiquette
i do this with emphasis, rappers they become my excrement
long nosin’ look like an elephant, mission complete i dispose of the evidence
hear bout your mouth then we up at your residence
n-gga

[verse 3: g. yee]
i showed up for the cypher, and i ain’t tryna leave yet
told ’em i’m a bumblebee, boy welcome to the bee’s nest
run up on my squad, my dudes you don’t want none from these threats
with your girl last night, i swear she thought that i had three legs
i body hoes, they gotta go, i’m stompin’ instrumentals
i always keep the lead and i’m not talkin’ ’bout a pencil
i’m hoppin’ on another beat and shoutin’, gettin’ strep throat
phelpsing with your girl and you’re just lochte with the br–ststroke
boy i’m gold, give me medals, yeah i’m gold
i’m the dude that your girl reposting and caption that with #goals
your b-tch old, my bae new
my flow golden, that’s gen two
i don’t care, i gian these hoes
i stayed over and left my poo
hoo
shofu, shizzy, matt, me, ctc spittin’ that dumb sh-t
last two names were asian so they soy sauce to these dumplings
you tearing up, my bars got effin’ layers like an onion
we chilling here at worlds
this sh-t close to the public

[verse 4: matt houston]
yeah
who dat be, it’s young matty
got a watch car you can’t have it
we be ballin’ y’all talkin bout practice
talkin sh-t, f-ckin chicken finger with sadness
so far from average when livin or rappin
never gave a f-ck each and over these savages
these haters transparent im lookin straight past em
like sweden your dreams are for me it just happens
d-mnit
always spittin dope so f-ck it, can’t lift it
finance major, all about my business
every track bankroll, but it’s gettin interest
whole album k!lling, yeah we call that a hitlist
swagger so new, so so vintage
women so different but our bodies so kindred
illest with the bars, i be spittin’ that sick sh-t
tokenblack fandom, doin’ what i’m with it
yeah that’s rouse, in the coupe
when i pull through it’s in the news
get that neck, hit the cruise
oh my bad cause that’s your boo
you a lie, been the truth
lookin blue, get a clue
she a fan when i’m in the booth
hear your bars and she hit snooze
k!ll everything dub dfa the team
idm shirts in this mf so clean
pockets on chlorophyll, lookin; so green
the benjamins starin’, they muggin’ so mean
g. yee and ctc k!ll with them triggas
girls got yellow fever cause they be them chiggas
on any beat that i’ve been off it, i k!ll it
always like i’m gian how i just be sh-ttin’

[verse 5: vi seconds]
gawd
b-tch i’ve been a dog off my leash, chasin’ the paper boy
your girl’s hands in my jeans, she playin’ wit it like her favorite toy
who dat be, oh sh-t dat boi, i’m gettin green its so delightful
got her riding on that thing like dat boi rides a unicycle
pardon me, no, pardon the meme
take part in the legs, start partin’ the sea
the heart of a g, stretch marks on her cheeks
from gobblin’ me; i’m r-t-rded you see ’cause
i be going dumber then jazz, now throw me out the house
kelso blowin louder the gr-ss, my mom ain’t found me out
they call me juice, i’m from a city with no morals, see
get all behind the gums, every moment i get my oral b
fresher than the blue bottle of listerine
started to get dead presidents and now the rest is history
hunnids on hunnids on hunnids on hunnids hunnids on hunnids on hunnids hunnids on hunnids on hunnids hunnids, yeah
life done changed, i got a name and cooler homies
my current state is a flame and yours is the p–p emoji
gawd

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