Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song #FuckYourBitch, artist - Cam Meekins. Album song :) : / :(, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 16.04.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Lamp City
Song language: English
#FuckYourBitch |
| I told ‘em I would kill it |
| They tried to put a hit out |
| Bitch I’m young livin' |
| Old folks get out |
| I somewhere in izair |
| Up in the smoke clizoud |
| I get high so much |
| that pickups are a pizout |
| I’m on this, I got this |
| Sittin on some profits |
| I’m chillin on the beach |
| Wit Martha Stewart and some sock tips |
| You last year like crocs |
| I’m this year like this year |
| My future lookin bright |
| so I’d say its crispy clear |
| I’m so sweet like Krispy Kreme |
| 5 or 6 up in the Beam |
| Drivin down on 95 |
| Bitch I’m headed to the bean |
| I got what you hatin' on |
| Dog I’m what you tryin to be |
| So keep goin like free throwin |
| Cuz I’m all up behind the three |
| I witcha girl up in ya bed |
| All those line are kinda dead |
| But it’s true, I’m actually fuckin her |
| Forget all of those lines were said |
| I am known to be a king |
| I was born to be a star |
| All these people lookin at me |
| like I’m goin to mow they lawn |
| Well nigga fuck that, I’m outtie |
| I’m outtie like an Audi |
| I’m outtie like an innie |
| Man I’m outtie out in Maui |
| Wit some girlies on my nuts |
| Like Imma rap star or sumtin |
| And they tryin to take me home |
| But I’m just tryin make some muffins |
| Cuz I’m high as fuck |
| on the river |
| You the loser |
| I’m the winner |
| And my girlie got that ass |
| Better sticker than a snicker |
| My life’s blang, your wife changed |
| In my bed, life change |
| We fucked all in the football stands |
| Call that shit a night game |
| I’m smoking on the light green |
| It burns down til its white |
| That good stuff can do that |
| Dog look it up, cuz I’m right |
| Got that Colin Powell; |
| I’m rich bitch |
| Period I’m kickflippin |
| Shoelaces, My vans trippin |
| I’m fallin over, I’m drizzy drunk |
| Mike Jones, still tippin |
| I got these kids at my show |
| smoking weed up in the crowd |
| Security can’t kick em out |
| We burn this motherfucker down |
| We lampin til she turn me off |
| Get it, lamps? |
| Turn it off |
| I treat my girl like luxury |
| Call that chick a foreign car |
| I’m sicker than the common cold |
| Sicker than bein kind old |
| And Fuck these lil bitches who got one flow |
| They kinda blow |
| I got that, I don’t need a hook |
| Like hand fishin don’t need a hook |
| English class, I’m in this bitch |
| Best believe I don’t read a book |
| I keep my joints stuffed like you never check the mail… |
| That last line was brail |
| So stay up out my business |
| This ain’t show and tell |