jourdan brothern - luh teeky lyrics
luh teeky lyrics
[verse]
what?, i feel like jordan, carti
yeah, i’m posted with my n+gga, yeah he sippin’ on wok (on wok)
on wok (on wok) on wok (on wok) on wok (on wok)
these lil’ f+ck internet n+ggas, man they gotta stop
yeah, sippin’ on that purple sprite, countin’ all these blues
how the f+ck i got this money?, this sh+t like some blues clues
i got a bad b+tch she got no ass, what the f+ck do i choose?
b+tch n+gga try to fight me knowing d+mn well he gon’ lose
yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah (now he dissin’ now?)
yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah (oh now he f+ckin’ dissing now?)
yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah (oh now he f+ckin’ dissing now?)
yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah (oh now he f+ckin’ dissing now?)
yeah, shut your mouth b+tch
yeah these n+ggas know that i’m filthy rich
yeah, yeah, yeah i’m filthy rich
yeah, my hundreds blue, yeah they f+ckin’ stitch, yeah
feel like i made ovo, the way i tote this drac’
i can’t f+ck with none of you n+ggas, yeah y’all all fake
i f+cked all on a bad b+tch, her name was kate
that don’t matter n+gga, she had a lot of cake
i got hunnids on hunnids on hunnids on hunnids
on hunnids on hunnids on hunnids on hunnids
on hunnids on hunnids on hunnids on hunnids
on hunnids on hunnids on hunnids on hunnids
i got honeys on honeys on honeys on honeys
on honeys on honeys on honeys on honeys
wipin’ his nose, that sh+t was runny
n+gga thought that sh+t was funny
n+ggas try to ride the wave, they don’t got no surfboard
every single day i just can’t f+ck the same wh0re
all you n+ggas lame, yeah y’all go through that lame door
you n+ggas gettin’ on my nerves, n+ggas straight to the core
i make that block hot, i can’t f+ck that thot
i got this glock, he gon’ milly rock
hide it in his sock, he gon’ get it locked
hide it in his sock, he gon’ get it locked
that’s my twizzy, me and that n+gga tote some bl!ckies
every single day we gettin’ paper then we shoot the city
we poppin’ two percy’s, and that sh+t like a perc 60
turning nothing to into something, i feel like i’m ricky
that ho gon’ hit the floor, whoa
she gon hit the woah, ho
she pull up to my show and she took off all her clothes, clothes
we shootin’ otha n+ggas, man we uppin’ up da score
man, they feds be on our ass, they already know, know
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