Mr.cush - Unexpected lyrics

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Mr.cush - Unexpected lyrics

Hmmmm hmmm Hmmmmm hmmmm hmmmm hmmmm hmmmm hmmmm You can catch me with ya chick finna take her to the crib we gon split her like a twix Im like a barber with the sh** put the clip to atlanta and get sprayin like spritz Man,all my guys hit the scene super clean with all our outfits on flick And when people talk sh** about the clique n***a we get it crackin like ritz Pull up pull up pull up Pull up in that rover Bout my brands just like a toaster Fill her walls just like a poster I might roll up roll up roll up roll up Your b**h getting closer Acute angle bend her over Back it up just like a post up Got the ak ready heavy metal like a chevy talkin dumb and the choppa gon spray sh** Chicken went up in his house duck tape on his mouth now that b**h a** n***a can't say sh** Make you up yo sh** like debo Be quick dont test my patients All black diamonds on my sh** White hoes think im so racist My n***as'll throw down time for a show now finna be the hold on Now my n***as next ta all types of b**hes like its maury My n**gas bought a condo That we turned to a who*e house And its a dirty shame how these b**hes be so low down Holyness with the kitty But they ain't got bands lil grimmey a** thots tryna pop out Lil thotty is a eat eat p**y on leak leak Got her a** drippin like a water spout Lil b**h on her freak sh** Finish she was great ima tie her up like a boy scout b**h got a fat a** Had to stare when she walked pa** told her back it up like icloud Daaaaaaaammmmmm I k-k-k-k** sh** cuz n***as catch fire f** around and be too lit hmmmm My n***as dont talk sh** Yall n***as fallin how yall still talk sh** hmm I spit that hot sh** boy ill f** around and hold you hostage You a dead n***a finna get shot bodies droppin I pull up in a drop top With the f**in top droped Make your b**h eye drop I know this girls gon bop Caller a lil thot thot Wanna get some top top They hate me like chris rock Rollie say tick tock and ion even got a watch Make a n***as head pop When he see that red spot Though he had chicken pocks f** with us they can't f** with us Tell these lil n***as get they commas up Got a bad b**h layin in my bed givin super head have a n***a dead Thick b**hes over corn bread Got her body shakin doin the stanky leg Now she pillow talkin like she with the feds But ion tell her sh** cuz that sh**s dead Takin off like im peter Crusin in a two seater Pockets full of that cheese just like a bag of doritos Bakin like im anita Leave her cuz ion need her All these hoes is animals and i call that one a cheetah Unexpected like a mixtape catch you at your crib if your reading this its too late Wait thats the first sh** i said leavem under bodies like a matress on a bed Mac up to his face now im takin off his head First i beat it up Then i slow it down instead Make a n***a color blind all he see is red Lay a n***a down see if he'll try again Out out out out Got bodies dropin out Kinda like in grammar school Bodies get lost but never found I know the n***a tried it Off his dome just like his license He fired Put the 12 in this world just like a Mayan Get mashed like potatoes I mean smashed like hot potato Bullets hot like hot potatoes Head dropped on the table Stomach shots Mess up your naval Head shots leave you disabled Cut you of just like some cable Better lay low Trap like halo Wahh!

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