Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song CATTIN OFF , by - Kossisko. Release date: 02.05.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
CATTIN OFF |
| This year’s award goes to |
| The only thing that I like |
| DTM, you get the award |
| DTM, you get the award |
| Do too much, I don’t give 'em no noticee |
| Now ya hit my phone… ghosted |
| Read receipt on and want you to know it |
| She sent some pictures as the next resort |
| Said that I was done 'cause she a skeezer and a floater |
| I saw them angels, I was back up in the water |
| She ass-naked, hangin' out the moon roof |
| I turn around, I’m lip-level with the ooh-ooh |
| Said she love me, said, «Yeah, I love me too» |
| But I can’t cuff her, nigga, that’s the shit that you do |
| She out of your division, I can’t blame you |
| And baby, we gon' get in trouble if I name you |
| I need a weekend, where you wanna catch a plane too |
| And all you’ll need is a bikini where I bring you |
| Hit the mid grade, seven |
| My girl won’t expect it, no, my girl won’t expect it |
| She only suspicious of bad bitches, ten |
| Cattin' off, nigga, cattin' off |
| Got the goddess at home, blowin' up the phone |
| But I love them goer bitches, nah, I can’t live 'em alone |
| And I should prolly settle down with her, yeah |
| Cattin' off, nigga, cattin' off |
| DTM, you get the award |
| DTM, you get the award |
| Do too much, I don’t give 'em no noticee |
| Now ya hit my phone… ghosted |
| Leave the light on, yeah, girl, I wanna see it |
| And I rub ice on it 'fore I eat it |
| Let it out, wanna hear you screamin' |
| Chopper style, got her eyes rollin' like a demon |
| Chopper style, chop-chop-chopper style |
| She bust five more 'fore I pull the chopper out |
| Take the covers off, it’s gettin' too hot |
| Her body lotion meltin' off, match her insides |
| She on me 'cause I’m pretty as a bitch and I listen to her |
| I like her 'cause she cool like my niggas |
| I think it’s sexy when she dress like a nigga |
| Mama combat boots, head shaved like militia |
| Thrift shop, denim shorty all day |
| A lotta vintage, got a lotta high waist |
| A lotta sauce, yeah, she got good taste |
| She 20-somethin', old soul, middle-aged |
| Hit the mid grade, seven |
| My girl won’t expect it, no, my girl won’t expect it |
| She only suspicious of bad bitches, ten |
| Cattin' off, nigga, cattin' off |
| Got the goddess at home, blowin' up the phone |
| But I love them goer bitches, nah, I can’t live 'em alone |
| And I should prolly settle down with her, yeah |
| Cattin' off, nigga, cattin' off |
| DTM, you get the award |
| DTM, you get the award |
| Do too much, I don’t give 'em no noticee |
| Now ya hit my phone… ghosted |
| Cattin' off, cattin' off |
| Cattin' off, cattin' off |
| Cattin' off, cattin' off |
| Cattin' off |