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 #

souq - posted up lyrics

Loading...

[intro]
huh, huh, on god, lil’ b+tch (lil’ b+tch)

[chorus]
uh, yuh, forgot how to do this sh+t (on god, slime)
ho– hop out the coupe and i shoot that stick
b+tch, i’m f+ckin’ movin’ bricks and stacks, (i’m movin’, huh)
f+ckin’ b+tches’, makin’ racks (huh, uh, uh+uh+uh)
pu– pull up on him, he won’t spin back, on god, lil’ b+tch, huh (yuh, yuh, yuh)
we– we caught that boy lackin’, now he gone just like a glitch, huh (huh, yuh, he lackin’)
dr+ dripped out, all black rick, i’m finna f+ck yo’ f+ckin’ b+tch, huh (got that swag)
and i’m posted up, yuh, huh
my bro got a beam, he might shoot at ya

[verse]
huh, b+tch, huh, uppin’ a bl!ck, we gon’ run down (uh, what? what the f+ck?)
i– i got yo’ b+tch, and we havin’ some fun now (we havin’ fun)
b+tch, i was broke, but yuh, lil’ b+tch, i’m up now (too up)
gettin’ chips, lil’ b+tch, i’m stackin’ ’em (huh, huh)
to– told that b+tch “quit actin’ dumb”
glock+19 came wit’ a drum (wit’ a drum)
bo– boy, quit talkin’, you a bum
huh, he a bum, he got no f+ckin’ racks (nah)
hi– hit up neiman’s, b+tch, ’cause you know that i don’t f+ck wit’ saks (can’t f+ck wit’ that sh+t)
smoke that good gas, smokin’ thrax (on god)
ho– hop out that ‘cat, pull up on yo ass (buh, buh, buh)
got ba– got balenci’ on my f+ckin’ pants, and yuh, f+ckin’ mm, yeah
[bridge]
huh, b+tch, it’s lil souq, huh, yuh (oh, oh, d+mn, huh, yuh lil’ b+tch like d+mn)
b+tch, it’s lil souq, huh, yuh (huh, yuh, oh)
b+tch, it’s lil souq, huh, b+tch (yeah, lil’ b+tch, like d+mn, yeah lil’ b+tch, huh, oh+oh)
b+tch, it’s lil souq, huh, b+tch
b+tch, it’s lil souq, huh, lil’ b+tch
on god, b+tch, lil’ b+tch, lil’ b+tch (huh, oh, oh+oh)
on god, b+tch, it’s f+ckin’ souq
and i’m f+ckin’ posted up (on god)

[chorus]
uh, yuh, forgot how to do this sh+t (on god, slime)
ho– hop out the coupe and i shoot that stick
b+tch, i’m f+ckin’ movin’ bricks and stacks, (i’m movin’, huh)
f+ckin’ b+tches’, makin’ racks (huh, uh, uh+uh+uh)
pu– pull up on him, he won’t spin back, on god, lil’ b+tch, huh (yuh, yuh, yuh)
we– we caught that boy lackin’, now he gone just like a glitch, huh (huh, yuh, he lackin’)
dr+ dripped out, all black rick, i’m finna f+ck yo’ f+ckin’ b+tch, huh (got that swag)
and i’m posted up, yuh, huh
my bro got a beam, he might shoot at ya



Random Lyrics

HOT LYRICS

Loading...