LOLA MONROE FT. COURTNEY lyrics : "FUTG"
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
On some real %#@!, these (*##$es ain't $#&@in' with me
These ^!$$%s is lames, and they can't $#&@ with me
Any rap (*##$, with an issue come and get me
Picture that, come and get me
Damn I go so cold, these ^!$$%s all hot
And if your circle ballin, why these ^!$$%s off block?
Jockin' $$#, y'all knockin' $$#
I'mma hate on a ^!$$% just stop and ask
Hate to see your body glow, like the police clothes
I'm a double o blow with your boxing $$#
Ain't no need for all that makeup, love you're naturally a clown
If you worked on getting your paper up, you could gradually get down
All these (*##$es screaming hustle, and they ain't never seen one
(*##$ I hustle for a dolla, 'til i ain't ever need one
Duck, duck goose, these (*##$es, and make them take a seat
Cause judging from my bankroll, they should really take a plea
Bout to paint the Phantom pink the top off and ground get it
Baddest (*##$ in the game is what I'm is, and I'm gonna get it
[Hook: Courtney]
They be askin' where I'm goin'
All this moneys what I've been showin'
From the bottom's where I came
And I did it on my own
Ain't nobody give it to us
Think about it every day
Y'all been $#&@in' up the game
Y'all been $#&@in' up the game
Y'all been $#&@in' up the game
Y'all been $#&@in' up the game
[Verse 2: Lola Monroe]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
How they spell 'em, yeah they wanna get with L-O-L-A
Dana and the yellow bellies catch me in the yellow lambo
Talkin' on the yellow celly, all about my deli, that the ham
You wonderin' am I 'bout to kill this? Yes I am
Wiz told me get 'em, hangin portraits for they headshots
Wake 'em out they sleep, like they bed rocked
Where these dust buckets come from
Don't know what these (*##$es used to
But I got a couple questions for you cloned out new crews
Thought you $#&@in' with us? Thought you $#&@in' with us?
One more, really thought you $#&@in' with us?
Never, Taylor, Taylor, Taylor? Gang
[Hook: Courtney]
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