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lil filth - kut lyrics

[intro]
(neilaworld)
yeah
(faded)
what the f+ck goin’ on? let’s get it
what? (ooh, ooh, ooh)
yeah, yeah, yeah

[pre+chorus]
i’m servin’ ’em cut
i’m servin’ ’em cut
i’m servin’ ’em cut
i’m servin’ ’em cut
i’m servin’ ’em cut (the cut)
i’m servin’ ’em cut (the mix)
i’m servin’ ’em cut (the mix)
i’m servin’ ’em cut (ooh, ooh)
[chorus]
i’m in a lambo truck
i can’t understand these thots
these n+ggas be daffy ducks
these n+ggas be+ (what? what?)
i came in the club with it tucked
lil’ b+tch, she be choosin’ to f+ck
thеse n+ggas be snitchin’ or what
thesе n+ggas be+ (what? what? what?)

[verse 1]
lean cups, dreadlocks, no clean cuts
when i hit your b+tch up [?]
gettin’ it poppin’ like pimples, i bust on her dimples
trappin’ ain’t easy, my n+gga, i make it look simple
if she wan’ f+ck with the king, she gotta be humble
my n+gga on the block, bangin’ a b like a bumble
catch me at the top, i don’t wan’ tumble
i’m blamin’ the glock, i’m gettin’ too comfortable
[pre+chorus]
i’m servin’ ’em cut
i’m servin’ ’em cut
i’m servin’ ’em cut
i’m servin’ ’em cut
i’m servin’ ’em cut (the cut)
i’m servin’ ’em cut (the mix)
i’m servin’ ’em cut (the mix)
i’m servin’ ’em cut (ooh, ooh)

[chorus]
i’m in a lambo truck
i can’t understand these thots
these n+ggas be daffy ducks
these n+ggas be+ (what? what?)
i came in the club with it tucked
lil’ b+tch, she be choosin’ to f+ck
these n+ggas be snitchin’ or what
these n+ggas be+ (what? what? what?)

[post+chorus]
i got a pound of keef, i’m puttin’ my d+ck in laquisha
i got a pound of keef, i’m movin’ the work, kapeesh?
i got a pound of keef, i’m puttin’ my d+ck in laquisha
i got a pound of keef, i’m movin’ the work, kapeesh?
[verse 2]
i’m servin’ these n+ggas, still [?]
that hoe wanna pipe, i’m tellin’ that bih’ to go in the fridge
she wanna f+ck the kid, i told her, “let’s get it, let’s get it”
diamonds, they wet, my drip [?]
this ain’ the lean, this that nyquil
you told me you didn’t mean what it was, but how you gon’ try still?
said that you poppin’ a perc, but you poppin’ advils
i got a couple lil’ shooters around me, and they wanna die to k!ll
please do not talk about cards, we countin’ the cash
if you wan’ talk about filth, then i’ll beat your ass
how you got new money, and you in the past?
i got the blue hunnids, i’m countin’ the racks

- lil filth lyrics

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