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cts luh wick - problem child lyrics

[intro: nelson mandela ]
no, i don’t worry
i’ll tell ya, i’m a man who believes that i died 20 years ago
and i live like a man who is dead already
i have no fear whatsoever of anybody or anything

[post+intro : cts luh wick]
y’all been listening what the f+ he said
mfk ain’t [?] ya heard
on the [?]

[chorus]
don’t do no dissing, making this song
you gon end up missing
why trade for that baby or this draco gone leave his body twitching
i’m cts a cut throat steppah but them p+ssy know that
ain’t for his brain cuz they already ain’t right where his throat at
i’m out the window with this drake i do my bop like kodak
i put this d+ck deep in your b+tch, no you can’t get yo hoe back
just hit the gun show cop that sick down where 34 at
gang go slime you i f+ck take a time
i’m bonding out
clean thе glock ,put oil on it
greasy like a condom now
smoking gas since i was 7 bir ssay i’m a problеm child
[verse]
i like them straight ass but valet just came up on the mkz
so we going to push up out the b+tch and we going to jump out on they street
we took our trailer through the opps i told him link it to bp
me mug me and in the shots fire i leave him slump down in the sea
can’t cut that b+tch she begging told her bro lay back he’s stressing
got out i caught a blessing been put that smith and wesson
put sum in the ground that get to make it to a stretcher
rolling wood im smoking pressure
they acting though then i’m going test you
hit the range glock dr’s we trying to see who shoot the best
in the rain high speed from laws, i got it i won’t break a switch
hit this street you better be, and f+ck that little b+tch she a freak
big ass drizzy draco i’m h+lla bad at it, keep scratching my seat
i just cop at 35 bar real just cop him a two three
bet i hit my side leave your dumb ass slump down in the sea

[chorus]
don’t do no dissing making this song
you gon end up missing
why trade for that baby or this draco gone leave his body twitching
i’m cts a cut throat steppah but them p+ssy know that
ain’t for his brain cuz they already ain’t right where his throat at
i’m out the window with this drake i do my bop like kodak
i put this d+ck deep in your b+tch, no you can’t get yo hoe back
just hit the gun show cop that sick down where 34 at
gang go slime you i f+ck take a time
i’m bonding out
clean the glock, put oil on it
greasy like a condom now
smoking gas since i was 7 bir ssay i’m a problem child

- cts luh wick lyrics

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