c.t. the god super gremlin şarkı sözleri

How the f*ck you say that you my brodie but you fucking with my bitch Finna make me swerve around complex and turn that apartment to a lick If he mention C.T. F*ck Saint Nick come put him on my list I'm a notty nigga C.T. had yo sister doing tricks We gone stalk em up and chalk em up and hit em with dat switch I'm the god man I moving and I'm grooving in this bitch Pussy nigga why you even tried to move in on my bitch Now I gotta call in dolla make a movement on yo shit Step inside that nigga set and make a movie in that bitch Now we playing search destroy like call of duty in this bitch Leave a pussy Nigga stinking that's a duty in this bitch See the ops up in the party I ain't moving in this bitch Show out the Sho man I hate dat he left me Mention my cousin they know it get deadly Shitting on bitches ain't talking R Kelly Sweeter than Charlie need luck like Teddy 9 millimeter go straight to yo belly Freaky lil bitch you ain't getting my celly Got shorties slide they gone ride when they ready Rocking with Soulja we rocking wit Nelly H-H-Hot nigga Hot nigga we could have been rockstars Slimy nigga grimy nigga riding round in hot cars Pussy nigga push me nigga pussy nigga not hard Pop up then you toast and pop em down just like a pop-tart Never trust a bitch cause she be fucking niggas on the low Slutty butty bitch out here fucking niggas on the flow Nutty Butty bitch can't believe I sent Jeff to drop the lo Ion trust a bitch if she moving kreep she gotta go Imma bust a bitch sipping on that purple like saints row This a dirty stick Amazon had put me on the roll I'm on gutta shit working while I'm still do shows Y'all on other shit flexing wit dat pole he ain't gone blow You ain't thuggin bitch if mention sho then we gone blow That's for show and shit ct I be slide wit no grease we be toating sticks This a different monster on a leash I be blowing shit I can't f*ck wit Niggas they be kreep on some hoeing shit Wish he would come try me like I'm sweet Imma blow a bitch Let em know is pressure he in danger want back doe a bitch Now I move insane out my brain they can't hold my stick If he drop a rack then he can go and sell a couple bricks H-H-Hot nigga Hot nigga we could have been rockstars Slimy nigga grimy nigga riding round in hot cars Pussy nigga push me nigga pussy nigga not hard Pop up then you toast and pop em down just like a pop-tart WE COULD HAVE BEEN SUPERSTARS
Sanatçı: C.T. The God
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