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ygtut - house shit lyrics

[intro: tut]
hey, hey tiggi
i’m gone do this one like we used to
ya know, freestyle, no hook
robby fresh in the building
but f-ck that, now i’m a start

[verse 1: tut]
oh, salutation b-tches
it’s the same n-gg-, ain’t shit changed
my goodwoods stay dangling, them shits soundin’ like chump change
i mingling with her, and, if i ain’t really feeling on girl game
i take her back for something else, they call this shit the store exchange
and i’m taking what’s mine, like i’m at an airport at baggage claim
flying, house be the team b-tch, now what game she tryna play
we was somewhere in the forest, with them b-tches foreign, that alizée
and they so exquisite, they saying shit like, lets drink this weed and smoke this drank
whiling out with robby fresh, she cranky, she can’t even text
playing 2k on the game-set, shorty talking shit what you expect?
while zay at home having b-tt-sex, and i get a text from this chick i met
talking bout she tryna chill for a little bit, i’m thinking [?]
i said okay, you can come through
she gave me head, it was kinda cool
she told me that i had good d-ck
i said girl you said a whole mouthful
i lost her number and forgot her name
new year ain’t shit changed
i know i’m wrong, i’m a crying shame
but tell me ya’ll ain’t forget the name
it’s that introduction and you need it
i don’t think so, but just in case though
i go by the name of kevin adams
my flow is random, i’m pretty handsome
i’m ten-toes down like open sandals
i really like to think i’m too hot to handle
cause hoes give me something like f-cking samples
and i just tried em’ all like f-cking [?]
cause i’m straightforward like my name was randal
fire on wax, i’m a f-cking candle
can’t beat tut, i’m off the f-cking handle
i keep gettin’ high like a f-cking trampoling
machine, you a f-cking apple
and me i’m a mac like my f-cking apple
i keep making hits like a f-cking tackle
and i got the golden ticket like a f-cking raffle
let them n-gg-s talk i don’t care about the jibber-jabber
shit i rather make this cake, where the f-cking batter?
ain’t n-body safe in a room full of daggers and a hand of backstabber, we’ll all be casper, ghost
hiding in the plane f-ck riding, coach
right now i’m really on this pot, roast
and i don’t mean to brag but, n-gg- i’m the shit and i’m pretty, goat

- ygtut lyrics

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