Lieu - sam & cat! lyrics
[Lieu - sam & cat! lyrics]
Need a bitch who ass is fat
Fuck two hoes, Sam & Cat
I got a drum mag on the dash
If you fallin', stand up, fag
You want no fight, I understand
That's facts
But you want smoke, let's meet up at Saks
You ain't gonna stop me
From gettin' that bag
I just don't care that you thinkin' I'm-
GlumBoy you DM'ed first, pussy
I ain't pull up, you entitled
Imma jugg your fucking shit
That's on the Bible
Yuh, and that bitch was suicidal
I don't want a fuckin' thot
I waste my time, ho
Yuh, yuh, you want a rival
You ain't say shit, now
You wanna fuckin' fight, bro
Yuh, yuh, you fuckin' bias
All my bitches say you hit
My fuckin' line and
You DM'ed first, but expect me to be nice
Bitch you say you gon' do shit
But you fuckin' lyin'
We can do this without tryin'
You want smoke before I'm
Talkin' 'bout a Bizon
You know, stop tryna be turnt, bitch
I think she mad, she ain't
Never gonna pipe, bitch, yuh
(Prove me wrong)
Aim down the sights, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh
Need a bitch who ass is fat
Fuck two hoes, Sam & Cat
I got a drum mag on the dash
If you fallin', stand up, fag
You want no fight, I understand
That's facts
But you want smoke, let's meet up at Saks
You ain't gonna stop me
From gettin' that bag
I just don't care that
You thinkin' I'm tra-
(Fuck two hoes, Sam & Cat)
(Fuck two hoes, Sam & Cat)
I ain't pull up, you entitled
Imma jugg your fucking shit
That's on the Bible
And that bitch was suicidal
I don't want a fuckin' thot
I waste my time, ho
Yuh, yuh, you want a rival
You ain't say shit, now
You wanna fuckin' fight, bro
Yuh, yuh
Need a bitch who ass is fat
Fuck two hoes, Sam & Cat
I got a drum mag on the dash
If you fallin', stand up, fag
You want no fight, I understand
That's facts
But you want smoke, let's meet up at Saks
You ain't gonna stop me
From gettin' that bag
I just don't care that
You thinkin' I'm tra-
Fuck two hoes, Sam & Cat
I got a drum mag on the dash
If you fallin', stand up, fag
You want no fight, I understand
That's facts
But you want smoke, let's meet up at Saks
You ain't gonna stop me
From gettin' that bag
I just don't care that you thinkin' I'm-
GlumBoy you DM'ed first, pussy
I ain't pull up, you entitled
Imma jugg your fucking shit
That's on the Bible
Yuh, and that bitch was suicidal
I don't want a fuckin' thot
I waste my time, ho
Yuh, yuh, you want a rival
You ain't say shit, now
You wanna fuckin' fight, bro
Yuh, yuh, you fuckin' bias
All my bitches say you hit
My fuckin' line and
You DM'ed first, but expect me to be nice
Bitch you say you gon' do shit
But you fuckin' lyin'
We can do this without tryin'
You want smoke before I'm
Talkin' 'bout a Bizon
You know, stop tryna be turnt, bitch
I think she mad, she ain't
Never gonna pipe, bitch, yuh
(Prove me wrong)
Aim down the sights, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh
Need a bitch who ass is fat
Fuck two hoes, Sam & Cat
I got a drum mag on the dash
If you fallin', stand up, fag
You want no fight, I understand
That's facts
But you want smoke, let's meet up at Saks
You ain't gonna stop me
From gettin' that bag
I just don't care that
You thinkin' I'm tra-
(Fuck two hoes, Sam & Cat)
(Fuck two hoes, Sam & Cat)
I ain't pull up, you entitled
Imma jugg your fucking shit
That's on the Bible
And that bitch was suicidal
I don't want a fuckin' thot
I waste my time, ho
Yuh, yuh, you want a rival
You ain't say shit, now
You wanna fuckin' fight, bro
Yuh, yuh
Need a bitch who ass is fat
Fuck two hoes, Sam & Cat
I got a drum mag on the dash
If you fallin', stand up, fag
You want no fight, I understand
That's facts
But you want smoke, let's meet up at Saks
You ain't gonna stop me
From gettin' that bag
I just don't care that
You thinkin' I'm tra-