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trevor spitta - cousin lyrics

[intro]
shh
you hear that? what’s that?

[verse 1]
whole lotta talk
can’t back it up
i gotta get what i l+st, nah it’s a must
i got some hits in the tuck gotta keep ’em on ice like a m+f+ckin’ puck
i’m eating in paris like je ne sais quoi this not chicken or beef boy this duck
i just had s+x in a truck
almost put it in drive with her b+tt
i’m sh+tting in public i’m nuts
real goofy, h’yuck
shout out my lil cuz
cuz he said shout me out in a song so cuzzy wassup
let me give you advice
rule number one, don’t hang with schmucks
number two, don’t give out your trust
number three, clean up your lunch
number four, don’t hold a grudge
unless he talk down on your cuz, then yea f+ck him up
man you know wassup
i stay up late when i’m working and still get up early no good sleep in months
yeah wassup, yeah wassup
my friеnd is a star like sponge
this grabba inside my lungs is packing a punch
gram in a blunt, ham in a blunt, еighth in a blunt i’m tough
i’m tuffy
my b+tch so bad that girl so bad and i think she love me
can’t be on this land l’m dirty dan and i run this country
nowadays everybody wanna run they mouth more than run up some money
not personal baby it’s business to me
my girl queen so i’m kissing her feet
i took what i got they ain’t give it to me
i’m sh+tting in public i’m p+ssing on beats
gotta watch what i eat
and i gotta watch my back in these streets
gotta watch how i act in this heat
i’m gon’ need more d+mn eyeb+lls than t++th
v6, vvs
oc, ‘lil trip to the beach
od, i live what i dream
man they try knock me down and i’m still on my, still on my
still on my, still on my feet
f+ck you thought man i’m him, complete
man who could compete? not him not him not him, just me
my own d+mn worst enemy
listen ‘cuz don’t trust ’em they weak
listen cuz don’t run with them sheep
listen cuz don’t overthink sh+t and lose sleep
‘cuz most of it isn’t that deep
and don’t fall in love less she cooler than you
she not mine less she cooler than me
smell like blood in this pit, bon appetit like
agh ok like
agh ok like
agh ok like
agh

- trevor spitta lyrics

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