azlyrics.biz
a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 #

lil zug - #teamjustin lyrics

Loading...

[intro: tsunami]
don’t f-ck with us hippo herd
this is true crew b-tch, we wanna have a word

[verse 1: tsunami]
you f-ck on larry, you f-ck on andrew
you chompin’ on garber, his d-cks right in you
baylee’s in there too, my god it’s a f-cking zoo
you said you can’t stand her? yeah b-tch, me too
your voice sounds like a f-cking flute, stick it up your -ss and hear it toot
you say you’re a good friend? sure b-tch, that’s real cute
you’re a picky hoe, blacks a no-go
guess your daddy trump is more like you than you know

[chorus: lil zug]
b-tch, you a hippo
your friends are running low
f-ck you aubrey yeller, you a snitch hoe
b-tch, you a hippo
your friends are running low
f-ck you aubrey yeller, you a snitch hoe

[verse 2: tsunami & lil zug]
ay
i’m like b-tch who’s your mans, ay
can’t keep your d-ck in your pants, ay
you f-ck on coop and your flute, ay
you think little freshman are cute, ay
and then they’ll find you floss with their d-ck, ay
hippo puss you’re gonna lick, ay ay
okay now listen up here b-tch
the only movies you can make are p-rnos, with the hippo herd
that sh-t is absurd
said you know about politics, wanna kick out the mexicans
the f-ck you is genuine
you? famous? b-tch that’s absurd
your ugly -ss crew should be lab specimens
good god, great heaven
stop acting eleven

[chorus: lil zug]
b-tch, you a hippo
your friends are running low
f-ck you aubrey yeller, you a snitch hoe
b-tch, you a hippo
your friends are running low
f-ck you aubrey yeller, you a snitch hoe

[verse 3: lil zug]
you’re a controlling freak, you don’t own my sister
maybe you’re so f-cked up cause you can’t get a mister
or so you so f-cked up cause you got a flute stuck up your -sshole
you’re feeding sh-t from a bowl, b-tch
you can’t control this, zuggy going off
you’re always in a solace, make abby go high and now she gotta bolus
so what you gonna do?
stop crying b-tch, that’s order from true crew
i’m gonna wet your face, but no with my c-m
blood on your forehead, and you’re shaped like a plum
yuh

[chorus: lil zug]
b-tch, you a hippo
your friends are running low
f-ck you aubrey yeller, you a snitch hoe



Random Lyrics

HOT LYRICS

Loading...