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Fukkit

Won't Do It

 

Won't Do It

(album: Punch God - 2021)


Aye
Aye
Aye

Take the bitch out, I won't do it
Fade the bitch head, I'ma do it
Packs coming, who finna move it?
Thrax in the blunt, we already blew it
Racks in the club, we already blew 'em
A thot with me, she already blew it
It's not the blunt, it's not a Cuban
This stripper mixed, I think she Cuban
I taught the game, y'all all my students
My new bitch with me acting ruthless
Her pussy wet, don't need to lube it
A Backwood what I put my glue in
Won't catch me outside with a Susan
Fuck her up, I don't like to use it
Problems with me, no excuses
Wipe off her face, but I excuse it
The plan's not made 'til I approve 'em
Opp block, we come remove 'em
Think the tool might need a tune up
Wet his block up like a tuna
Whip the jaguar, not a puma
Beat it up like Lex Luger
Riding 'round with dirty Rugers
Walked in the club with 30 cougars

Step out Saks then hit the jeweler
Stick on me, I brought the ruler
She got good brain, don't need a tutor
Clip on me, let's make a movie
I covered up her [?] with rubies
See why she been wanting to do me
I bought the bitch some brand new boobies
That special K not even [?]
Put it in your nose thing
I don't think she knows things
It's too deep, she can't hold still
The blood's flowing, hold still
Swerving in automobiles
I'm numb 'cause that's how cold feel
More money just means more bills
The more you buy the more deals
In the field, I got a highlight reel
She wanna see how the high life feel
I'm too fucked up, I don't know how I feel
Still, I'ma have to keep my life real
Bottles and ice, they more than chill
These bad hoes with me, [?] more than chill
They pass the drugs, they love the thrill
I skrt the foreign, I had to peel
Bad bitch with me love my appeal
The lean is cut, go check the seal
Banana clips keep getting peeled
Tee up bags, no chamomile
Spraying down this AK, I just wanna see how Rambo feel
Ship a pack, it's payday, we just make sure that it's vacuum sealed

Fukkit
You know what the fuck going on

done

Did you add all the unfamiliar words from this song?