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kutt calhoun - in my cup lyrics

[verse 1: kutt calhoun]
i got some 151, can i k!ll it?
mix it with the malibu rum, it’s the realest
add the pineapple juice to conseele it
and now you got caribou lou, if you with it
the type to have fun
put your trife away and come
[?]
then it sound out, we do this everyday, man
luchiano sprayed on, bubble this, hold it
luie vuton shades on stuntin cause i’m rollin
i should’ve never went to villmont cause that caribou lou got me tryna feel some stuff
it’s off the heater, man
maybe kutt is speedy then
having it with me again
have you singing [?]
you won’t see me again
p-ss me the b-tch, her friend
flashing my d-ck, she seeing it
in dalis, cause i’m in heat again
[?]
nothing but players, you silly
i’m pervin, swervin, running off to the kurb and
trippin off some of that caribou lou, not worryed
now i’m slering

[chorus: kutt calhoun]
bubble gum, bubble gum, in a dish
how many mixed drinks can you fix?
you pour it in a cup, and you take it to the mouth
whoever throws up, it’s an automatic out

[verse 2: 3rd degree]
2 pounds of cronic, 2 bricks of both
pour a lil more drink, no need to smoke
i sip pineapple, i sip gray goose
put it in my cup, call it a mixed lou
call me mr. m drink goose
red cup king, yeah i stay loose
say pineapple juice, it fit in my chevy
thirsty in the flames, what you know bout livin?
bl–dy kutty cal, caribou lou
we getting f-cked up, so ga f-ck you
acting all tough, p-ssy can’t hold liquor
let’s not meet, third won’t f-ck with ya
homie i’m a pro, drink quite well
gutter and i’m rich, that’s a midwest well
n-gg- oh well
i’m fly without wings
repeat the second bar, i’m the red cup king
i drink gray goose like it’s going out of style
call it a hard nipple, making the b-tches go wild
girls gone wild, you should know about that
tell the n-gg- kutt, bring the hook right back

[chorus: kutt calhoun]
bubble gum, bubble gum, in a dish
how many mixed drinks can you fix?
you pour it in a cup, and you take it to the mouth
whoever throws up, it’s an automatic out

- kutt calhoun lyrics

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