1 Shot Dealz, SosMula - Tryna Fuck lyrics

[1 Shot Dealz, SosMula - Tryna Fuck lyrics]

One, two, one, two, three, and
Double on the beat

Uh, codeine in my cup, side D in my blunt
They talking money
They ain't really 'bout much
I'm 'bout green, I don't cuff (Don't cuff)
I don't spit no game, like them lames, bitch
I'm only tryna fuck codeine in my cup
(My cup) , side D in my blunt
They talking money
They ain't really 'bout much
I'm 'bout green, I don't cuff (Don't cuff)
I don't spit no game like them lames

Bitch, I'm only tryna fuck, bitch
I'm only tryna fuck
(Say what, say what, say what, say what?)
Bitch I'm only tryna fuck
Bitch I'm only tryna fuck
(Say what, say what, say what, say what?)
Bitch I'm only tryna fuck
Bitch I'm only tryna fuck

(Mula) Look, bitch, I'm tryna fuck (Slide)
I ain't with the cuffin' shit
Let the Ryders fuck (yeah)
Know, you's a model, bitch
That ain't 'bout a nut (Slide)
Hoe, did you swallow it? 'Cause I'm tryna nut
(I see that)
Her boyfriend is pussy, his man is a lame
(Fuck outta here) he ain't in my league
Keep your man in his lane (Fuck outta here)
Thousand and eight
Got them grams of the 'caine (Mula)
Front in my project, send a hand in the rain
(yeah)
Bad bitches on me, bad bitches with me
(Slide) you the type of nigga say
A whack bitch pretty (Fuck outta here)
Damn, hoe, fucking bitch turn to damn, hoe

Uh, codeine in my cup, side D in my blunt
They talking money
They ain't really 'bout much
I'm 'bout green, I don't cuff (Don't cuff)
I don't spit no game, like them lames, bitch
I'm only tryna fuck codeine in my cup
(My cup) , side D in my blunt
They talking money
They ain't really 'bout much
I'm 'bout green, I don't cuff (Don't cuff)
I don't spit no game like them lames

Bitch, I'm only tryna fuck, bitch
I'm only tryna fuck
(Say what, say what, say what, say what?)
Bitch I'm only tryna fuck
Bitch I'm only tryna fuck
(Say what, say what, say what, say what?)
Bitch I'm only tryna fuck
Bitch I'm only tryna fuck

Big blunt, 7 grams in 'em (That loud)
Hard denim jeans, got 7 grand in 'em (Cash)
Bad bitches wanna fuck
Got several bands for 'em
Me and Mula never cuff
We fuck and let our mans hit it
Uh, 100, I don't lie, hoe (Yup)
Cold hearted, got it broken from a sly hoe
(Ha)
On the paper, chasing money on my mind though
And sipping on some lean if you
Wonder why I drive slow
Uh, tattoos image from the west coast
We from the east
We catch you chillin' on the west coast
Fly Crippin', blowin' on the best smoke
Drug dealin'
Victims made a killing with the best coke

Uh, codeine in my cup, side D in my blunt
They talking money
They ain't really 'bout much
I'm 'bout green, I don't cuff (Don't cuff)
I don't spit no game, like them lames, bitch
I'm only tryna fuck codeine in my cup
(My cup) , side D in my blunt
They talking money
They ain't really 'bout much
I'm 'bout green, I don't cuff (Don't cuff)
I don't spit no game like them lames

Bitch, I'm only tryna fuck, bitch
I'm only tryna fuck
(Say what, say what, say what, say what?)
Bitch I'm only tryna fuck
Bitch I'm only tryna fuck
(Say what, say what, say what, say what?)
Bitch I'm only tryna fuck
Bitch I'm only tryna fuck

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