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 #

yung cub – caldwell zoo lyrics

[intro]

southside
caldwell zoo

[verse 1: yung cub]

chapped lips from all the rap sh-t
kid spittin’ d-gg-n down bad b-tches
don’t forget to hit kitten
mid mission pullin out on her face transmition
sam adam sippin
d-mn allen wrenchin
tight and turnin
up like the kn-bs on my sound system
got the devils tongue
love got the weed khalifa lungs
i’m high strung
stress to the ceilin
might spazz out on a pedestrian
less i pack a bowl tighter than a car full of mexicans
my chick thick
horse -ss equestrian
y’all ain’t gon get the best of him
keep guessing and i’m have start chin checkin
cuz i’m such a f-ckin problem you forget the question
stay flexin secret texts to ya girl at night know we s-xtin
get the message?
instrospection
to the mind of a sinner who missed confession
thoughts progressing into madness
talkin cleavers to belibers
attacks with a deadly weapon
daddy kane no half steppin
sicker than p-rnos with digornio
dropping sauce on my erection
drunk drivin nice swerve & cursin’ under my breath
d-mn the godd-mn radio isn’t workin’
feelin worldstar famous when my girl twerkin
from the southside where them dudes ride never make it out

[hook]

from the land of the never was
where they pack guns
shoot kids just becuz
never finished school
no degrees, on the block
either end up in jail
or outlined in chalk
x2

[verse 2: no love]

umm, so who da f-ck you think you f-ckin’ wit?
we love this sh-t and by me i mean it’s me cub & 6
& ddd it’s no secret to ya’ll we runnin sh-t
we f-ck the city up, ain’t n0body on gutta’s d-ck
not one, not none, not nada!
only smoke blunts if that sh-t rolled proper!
30 backwoods & they stuffed fulla best smoke
f-ckin fresh, bet 30k, btf know
duckin feds might take a trip to the west coast
straight slam a couple tinder b-tches & some ex hoes
i’m a threat tho
i could bring it to ya set tho
you get carsick seein us in all them vette’s tho
mo-mo-mothaf-ck my enemies
ya’ll should human centipede
30 on the end & karimi’s finally in the lead
gutta in the middle cuz he’s fulla sh-t
& i could see him prolly gettin off on the sh-t
f-ck it, imma peace
imma beast!

[hook]

[verse 3: yung cub]

i drink whiskey straight
and chase shots with different mixtures
like i night full a drinkin ya boy never sicker
i got some things i’m need to get off my chest
let me fixate my d-ck take this sh-t with no breaths
in high school i was a wild dude with a lot of big potential
but i downgraded my ho to one who sat the benches
in the trenches
new i was the sh-t from a young age teachers smelt the stenches
yung cubs my alter ego
my inner hero
the voice callin out listen to me ho
look at me go
moonwalk on concrete how smooth he go
let em no when we do a show i want all my haters sitting front row
whole scroll gang and btf can be bffs
cause y’all gonna have to drop like 20 disses if you want my respect
better yet let me digress
i might swim in ya girls p-ssy if the music make her that wet
safe bet
i ball everyday blowing rent checks
check my syntex my pen stretch ryhmes to their f-ckin limit
vernacular so spectacular
that c0ke flow pusha t in a acura
last year rhyming was just a hobby till i saw the world from a hilton inn lobby

[outro]

ac: dumb, i been playin dumb all this time
cub: yeah
ac: i been playin f-ckin dumb all this time so people would rag my -ss
cub: and now it’s time to…
ac: but in the truth of it all, i’ve been f-cking playing them
cub: laying in wait

- yung cub lyrics

Random Lyrics

HOT LYRICS