T-Shirt Songtext
von Sadfriendd
T-Shirt Songtext
Yeah, um
This the (Pasta), shit, I don′t know what to call it
Um, I don't know, fuck it
Ay, yuh, ay, yuh, wait, um, wait, okay
Pussy nigga, wipe your nose
Bitch, you drippin′ snot (What?)
I-ice on my wrist, it be colder than some dipping dots (Okay)
I'm chillin' with yo′ bitch, then you know a nigga gettin′ top (Yeah)
Shawty wanna suck a nigga up (Yeah, wait)
Could you hit the spot? (Okay)
Choppa have a nigga froze like a freezer (Er)
I be in the cut like stitches and tweezers (Ew)
Watch your pussy nigga (Yuh), hit him off, now his teeth hurt (Wait)
Nigga think he hard (Uh), so I put him on a T-shirt (Wait, okay)
Shawty was talkin' about my dick, and she sucked (Yuh)
Pussy runnin′ like faucets, somebody get 'em a bucket (Yuh)
A nigga walk in the scene, then I got a beam, and I′m clutchin' (Okay)
And when I pull up, ′gon hurt him (Yuh)
Gave that boy a concussion (Wait, yeah)
Okay, I'm back, bigidity back (Yeah)
With that gat, with my pack (Yeah)
Nigga be talkin', he takin′ it back (Yeah)
And his bitch, we gon′ clap (Okay)
Came in hard, now with the gang (Yeah)
He a bitch (Wait), he a lame (Yeah)
Fuck yo' homie, dance, smokin′ on him (Yeah)
He a stain (Fuck that nigga)
School shooter, got that beam in my JanSport
Hurry up the pack, makin' moves like I transport (Yeah)
Damn, sport, I just sent that boy to the damn morgue (Yeah)
I can never lose (Ay), pussy boy (Yuh), check the damn score (Bitch)
Pussy boy, think he tappin′, softer than a tissue
If you want that smoke, lil' bitch, solve the issue (Lil′ bitch)
Big career always, and my wrist is on crystal
Always on my bala (Ay), lil' bitch, that's what your bitch do (Ay, ay)
I fuck yo′ bitch, she suckin′ my dick
Like, bitch, we livin' lavish
I′m hitting these hoes, and I'm takin′ yo' fit (Ay)
Bitch, you want no action
Me and Sadfriendd gonna know what is you doin′ (Ay)
Pull up to your crib, and you know that I am shooting
Pussy nigga, wipe your nose
Bitch, you drippin' snot (What?)
I-ice on my wrist, it be colder than some dipping dots (Okay)
I'm chillin′ with yo′ bitch, then you know a nigga gettin' top (Yeah)
Shawty wanna suck a nigga up (Yeah, wait)
Could you hit the spot? (Okay)
This the (Pasta), shit, I don′t know what to call it
Um, I don't know, fuck it
Ay, yuh, ay, yuh, wait, um, wait, okay
Pussy nigga, wipe your nose
Bitch, you drippin′ snot (What?)
I-ice on my wrist, it be colder than some dipping dots (Okay)
I'm chillin' with yo′ bitch, then you know a nigga gettin′ top (Yeah)
Shawty wanna suck a nigga up (Yeah, wait)
Could you hit the spot? (Okay)
Choppa have a nigga froze like a freezer (Er)
I be in the cut like stitches and tweezers (Ew)
Watch your pussy nigga (Yuh), hit him off, now his teeth hurt (Wait)
Nigga think he hard (Uh), so I put him on a T-shirt (Wait, okay)
Shawty was talkin' about my dick, and she sucked (Yuh)
Pussy runnin′ like faucets, somebody get 'em a bucket (Yuh)
A nigga walk in the scene, then I got a beam, and I′m clutchin' (Okay)
And when I pull up, ′gon hurt him (Yuh)
Gave that boy a concussion (Wait, yeah)
Okay, I'm back, bigidity back (Yeah)
With that gat, with my pack (Yeah)
Nigga be talkin', he takin′ it back (Yeah)
And his bitch, we gon′ clap (Okay)
Came in hard, now with the gang (Yeah)
He a bitch (Wait), he a lame (Yeah)
Fuck yo' homie, dance, smokin′ on him (Yeah)
He a stain (Fuck that nigga)
School shooter, got that beam in my JanSport
Hurry up the pack, makin' moves like I transport (Yeah)
Damn, sport, I just sent that boy to the damn morgue (Yeah)
I can never lose (Ay), pussy boy (Yuh), check the damn score (Bitch)
Pussy boy, think he tappin′, softer than a tissue
If you want that smoke, lil' bitch, solve the issue (Lil′ bitch)
Big career always, and my wrist is on crystal
Always on my bala (Ay), lil' bitch, that's what your bitch do (Ay, ay)
I fuck yo′ bitch, she suckin′ my dick
Like, bitch, we livin' lavish
I′m hitting these hoes, and I'm takin′ yo' fit (Ay)
Bitch, you want no action
Me and Sadfriendd gonna know what is you doin′ (Ay)
Pull up to your crib, and you know that I am shooting
Pussy nigga, wipe your nose
Bitch, you drippin' snot (What?)
I-ice on my wrist, it be colder than some dipping dots (Okay)
I'm chillin′ with yo′ bitch, then you know a nigga gettin' top (Yeah)
Shawty wanna suck a nigga up (Yeah, wait)
Could you hit the spot? (Okay)
Writer(s): Nathan Fuller, Aaron Brandford Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
