Rico Nasty - Cuntk**a lyrics

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Rico Nasty - Cuntk**a lyrics

[Intro] Uh yeah [Verse 1] Slaying hoes in vogue you know how it go Juug a b**h and beat clip, he already know These b**hes sweet, trick or treat Leaving bodies in the street b**hes lame, I don't know who they wanna be You wanna ride up in my lane, sorry you a lame You wanna smoke up all my weed, b**h you gon' have to pay May I just add a little something If my p**y ain't wet why your boyfriend keep calling Maybe I stole him Maybe it's golden Why you so open? He say it's golden Get off my clit, all my bitties it lit He said my titties the sh** I said you know who I is [Verse 2] k**ing this sh**, flow sick Girl some (?) on that b**h I'm in the view smoking (?) with your b**h I got the heart, you give dome to my men How the hell are we supposed to be friends? b**h I don't f** with the help, get woke or get left AK or the Tec, you act right or get wet Why would I work up a sweat when broke b**hes do that? I don't care who you are cause you'll never sit where I'm at You'll never see what I see Cause all I see is the green You'll never smoke what I smoke Because my tree man is me Now I can rap about myself and all the wild sh** that I've seen All the men that I've lost and all the snakes that I meet But please let me keep this sh** cordial I don't support you You mad at me? That's some sh** that you can't afford to do b**h I'm onto you, your n***a onto me Get your dude b**h, like [Hook] b**h I'm hotter than the sun You might see Rico with the really big gun Your friends salty A n***a want me but I'm counting this money f** with me, f** with me b**h I'm hotter than the sun b**h I'm hotter than the sun You might see Rico with the really big gun Your friends salty A n***a want me but I'm counting this money f** with me, f** with me [Verse 3] Where's the competition? What's the lituation? You n***as toss my sh** Boy you on that sneaky gay sh** I'm on that paid sh** Don't f** unless he pay b**h You can ask my enemies I don't play friends with these b**hes at my neck for my sh** And no I don't ever-ever got time for no regular b**h Wearing her regular sh** and her regular life With her (?) me baby girl, you ain't my type My (?) too expressive to be fighting you hoes And my guns so big they got they own area codes And my n***a so cool he brings me everywhere he goes And everybody knows pockets on swole, heart on cold Weed on lit Her titties sitting perfect, backwoods on hit Bars on oh sh**, just quit you'll never be me, queen RICO, bow down to queen me, queen Ri You might as well just k** me I slay sh**, you a roach to ray b**h I speak and get paid, you broke it's okay JK it's not I'm at the top, you not, that's the difference b**h

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