lucretsia - fuckkk y’alll lyrics
[intro]
n+gga what
f+ck this sh+t
yo
[chorus]
this b+tches be mad (mad)
i be gettin’ bread (what?)
these b+tches be sad (yeah)
leave that b+tch on read
[verse 1]
i don’t do closets, b+tch, i shine (i shine)
walk in the club, he said “yo’ mine” (mine)
neck on froze, wrist on beam (beam)
he hold my waist, i sip my lean
swipe left on “tinder” (tinder)
i’m nala, you simba (simba)
for desert and dinner (oh)
here’s yo’ cookie n+gga
‘cause who the f+ck trynna nut in my b+tt
come on n+gga what the f+ck
i’m bored, make that d+ck talk
i ain’t lying ‘bout my nut
just to make a n+gga happy
i ain’t thirsty but n+gga
you can be my daddy
so when i be linkin’
he be ain’t no rookie
and now i be comfortable
to make him eat my pretty—
[pre+chorus]
all i rock is designer drip (drip drip)
cash flow heavy, never slip (never slips)
walkin’ in with that k!ller fit
pretty boy next to me, he lit
these n+ggas stay mad
i’m just stacking cash (cash)
they stuck in the past
i’m gone in a flash
[chorus]
this b+tches be mad (mad)
i be gettin’ bread (what?)
these b+tches be sad (yeah)
leave that b+tch on read
[outro]
f+ck this beat
f+ck this sh+t
f+ck you n+gga
and f+ck this sh+t
f+ck this beat
f+ck this sh+t
f+ck you n+gga
and f+ck this sh+t
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