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mia curt - cant fwu lyrics

[intro]
yeah

[verse 1]
lil’+lil’ n+ggas talkin’ crazy, better pipe down
crazy, i probably gotta die to put the pipe down, yeah
live by the gun, die by that b+tch, you know?
told auntie crack k!lls, b+tch, you better put the pipe down
perc 30, thirty minutes ago, it should bite now
i heard that b+tch got some wap, i’m tryna try now
let me find out
i heard n+ggas talkin’ down, let me find out
n+gga ain’t take you to the bas+m+nt when i walked you down
n+gga, we ain’t in no bathroom, i ain’t gon’ stall you out
chopper ring at a n+gga crib, i ain’t gon’ call you out

[verse 2]
standin’ ten toes with my n+ggas, ain’t no standing down
you the type to— okay
you the type to go to a party and only stand around
every time wе hit a n+gga block, it’s always playin’ down
every time we hit a n+gga block, it’s a man down
ain’t no rеgrets, n+gga, i said what i said now
n+gga said he slidin’ so it’s one in the head now
one for your head down, one, it’s a man down
[verse 3]
couple n+ggas dead now, he done called the feds now
b+tch, you been ran through, now that p+ssy ran out
he ain’t really want no beef with me, he a ham now
i don’t f+ck with n+ggas, who you with? i need a head count
n+gga, i ain’t backdooring your b+tch ‘less the head count
reach low as f+ck, but in the whip, brodie sped out
n+gga thought he had it planned out but it ain’t plan out
he could’ve made it to the ‘spital but he bled out

[verse 4]
d+mn, i be fresh as h+ll when the feds out
i mean i be fresh as h+ll when the feds watchin’
kick a n+gga ass and then i k!ll him, i just deadstocked him
blood on my all+white nikes look like red bottoms
she know she can’t get sh+t from me
she know that i got—
she know that i got some money
but she know that i ain’t no dummy
you see that b+tch wanna f+ck me
flash a couple bands, now that b+tch wanna suck me
take that b+tch on a date, now she feelin’ lucky
she was thinkin’ texas roadhouse, i was thinkin’ luckys
fiends said that sh+t weak, you need to keep your puppy
when your ass gon’ be sick when she keep her money
[verse 5]
her lil’ boss burnin’ like the— yeah, alright
she burnin’ like the holocaust, she can keep that p+ssy
boy, don’t ever think i’m lackin’ ’cause i keep it, p+ssy

[verse 6: ftos twan]
n+ggas know not to play with twan, it’s gon’ get ugly
it’s a b+tton on the k, it turn to a fully
i’ll push a n+gga sh+t back before he even push it
they like, “bro, chill out”, h+ll nah, you know i be on fully

[verse 7: mia ghost]
n+gga, everybody f+cked that b+tch, what you want, a cookie?
lil’ n+gga weed burned, what you smokin’, cookie?
i’d drop seventy in your whip like i’m devin booker
it’d get to fl!ckin’ in your whip like you pickin’ boogers

[verse 8]
b+tch sl+tted out, that b+tch lookin’ like a hooker
i ain’t wanna f+ck that lil’ b+tch so i had to tip her
this lil’ b+tch dumb as h+ll, i think she get it from her n+gga
n+gga, we don’t play no games, n+gga, f+ck the sense
free my n+ggas out the cell, b+tch, f+ck the system

- mia curt lyrics

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