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nova – cuff lyrics

[intro:]
(nova i love you!)

[chorus: nova]
b+tch!
i wanna f+ck (huh)
suck me up
f+cking that b+tch (huh)
being my sl+t, feelin her gut
i cannot f+ck with that b+tch
she is a sl+t (huh)
f+cking dat hoe so good, want me to cuff
hit my line, waste no time
f+cking dat b+tch, i lied
f+cking dat b+tch in the car (hey! in the car hey, hey!)
f+cking dat b+tch in the car
hitting it once, ima go slide (f+cking her friend, im high)
[verse 1: nova]
(yeah! f+ck!)
prada up on my neck (yeah)
f+cking that hoe and i sweat
that n+gga gone, leave him for dead (dead)
shooting a n+gga up in his head
i want my money, n+gga my bread
talking on gang n+gga you dead
i gotta pump, fill him with led
i’ma get it back in blood
she gone suck me up
she gone lovе me up

[verse 2: whotfisdae]
in my bb belt
in the tim’s, watch yo stеp

(i+i+i) i got all the guap, n+gga i don’t need no help
f+ck that b+tch in the backseat
f+ck school i ain’t passing
pop a yellow not no taxi (oh that’s not no taxi.)
you wanna feat then i’m, you wanna feat then i’m taxing
got a white shooter he drunk, it get nasty
got a white b+tch and i think her name ashley
i cannot f+ck with that b+tch if you sassy
glock on my hip, b+tch i’m toting a racket
you wanna diss and i’m (ahh, f+ck)
you wanna diss and i’m breaking the bracket
what’s on my back? n+gga number (n)ine
talking on gang you get shot from behind
you just a monkey you swing from the vine
you just a b+tch and i knew the whole time
(yeah, yeah, yeah)
[chorus: nova]
b+tch!
i wanna f+ck (huh)
suck me up
f+cking that b+tch (huh)
being my sl+t, feelin her gut
i cannot f+ck with that b+tch
she is a sl+t (huh)
f+cking dat hoe so good, want me to cuff
hit my line, waste no time
f+cking dat b+tch, i lied
f+cking dat b+tch in the car (hey! in the car hey, hey!)
f+cking dat b+tch in the car
hitting it once, ima go slide (f+cking her friend, im high)

(high, yeah)

[verse 1: nova]
prada up on my neck (yeah)
f+cking that hoe and i sweat
that n+gga gone, leave him for dead (dead)
shooting a n+gga up in his head
i want my money, n+gga my bread
talking on gang n+gga you dead
i gotta pump, fill him with led
i’ma get it back in blood
she gone suck me up
she gone love me up

- nova lyrics

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